
Originally posted by Macphistfly:This is about Northern Ireland.
What are you?
Says the Metaphysical Mugger
Because we bleed for colours.
Live our lives for others.
Every single day.
God, if you're there i say.
Why do we feel so astray, when they're supposed to be bleedin' over you.
Balaclava's and bowler hats, Redhands and Brickbats
Oh Why? What cost? Why?
Look i say, have you seen what you have left today.
A generation with only hate to feed.
The best of us in Dire need, of a boat, plane, or quick way to die.
How are we supposed to cope? In a land that makes us feel like we're gettin' choked.
Under the freezing rain.
Am I really meant to believe,
your sermons on the mount
when you can't even count,
or remember what you've done.
Walk down the street, feel the ghosts beneath your feet
and the glances at your back.
Now, all we have is make believe, it's what the best of us can concieve
when all we can still taste is ash.
You still point your finger and your ghost it lingers to see the chaos that it's caused.
Balaclava's and bowler hats, Redhands and Brickbats
Oh Why? What cost? Why?
Have you seen what you've created?
From all that you have hated?
A land that doesn't know how to get better, has the soul of a fallout shelter.
Now we're funded for our water, but not for our bleeding hearts.
Oh Why? What cost? Why?
See the child in the street, she's like a ghost of Derry.
there was a couple in that city, who gave the finger to self-pity
and crossed your bullshit lines
said "in the midst of this disorder lets not live as cannon fodder let's live as best we can."
Live better than we can.
Live better than we can.
We'll find a way out...my love.
Originally posted by EyesWithPrideB3:Wrote this tonight, first serious lyric in awhile. This began as more of a poem, and turned somewhat into a song- still more free-form poetry though. I'd have to decide what to do with this musically. It means something, that's for sure.
post reunion farewell
Originally posted by EyesWithPrideB3:Wrote this tonight, first serious lyric in awhile. This began as more of a poem, and turned somewhat into a song- still more free-form poetry though. I'd have to decide what to do with this musically. It means something, that's for sure.
post reunion farewell
i'd like to not be here
when you return
to imitate your style of spring-loaded emotion
you've brought me around full circle
yet again
a deconstructed, dismantled, loaded gun
but the safety is on, and you've laid me on my side
i'm not sure how to handle you
you broke through once, and twice bitten i'm found
playing the fool, breaking rules
this cannot begin again
this heartbreak was far too real
an affair against familiarity
shattered and crushed by your wheels
round again, i find you closer
to brush up where you weren't before
don't think i didn't catch your eye,
tearing itself off me
when i came sliding through these doors
you admit that i scared you away
at first
a broken high-school memory
chasing you away from me
and eventually into my arms
this cannot begin again
this heartbreak was far too real
an affair against familiarity
shattered, and crushed by your wheels
it must end with something more
this night
something par with that we've broken
i cannot part with both you and this town
without our lips exchanging our goodbyes
a warm embrace leaves me cold
as you peel away, i hide
eyes darting everywhere but yours
this evening's waves aren't mine to ride
this cannot begin again
this heartbreak was far too real
an affair against familiarity
revived by what you steal
you turn and walk back into life
and leave me with my car
come pick me up at the corner
of dreamer's regret
if you hear i've made it that far
Originally posted by EyesWithPrideB3:I'm glad you can find something to relate it to, Nick- this is one of those songs for me (perhaps the first one that I've written) that has absolutely, totally, specific meaning to me, about literal specific instances that happened recently between me and only one other person, but were inspired around the actions of several people. So it has a very, very personal connection to ME- but at the same time, I know I wrote it in a way that leaves room for much interpretation- which is what I wanted.
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Originally posted by NLOTH_Victor:I know that it is not good bye
I know that it is not good bye
I know that it is not good bye
I know that it is not good bye