I have no words,
Only sound
Now.
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Showing posts with label catharsis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label catharsis. Show all posts
Thursday, 8 August 2013
Friday, 29 March 2013
CUPCAKES
THESE WORDS ARE FOR HIM:
FUCK YOU
I'LL EAT THE
FUCKING CUPCAKES
MYSELF.
FUCK YOU
I'LL EAT THE
FUCKING CUPCAKES
MYSELF.
Labels:
autobiographical,
catharsis,
rage
Location:
Huddersfield, West Yorkshire, UK
Sunday, 1 January 2012
"My Woollen Lullaby"
The songs that became Kissing Sally In The Smoking Room were predominantly written in a day. Situated in "The Hit-Factory" at Bowels of the Basement studios, myself and Steve Wicked passed a guitar back and forth, there and then writing and recording basic tracks for around 8 songs. My lyrics came at a somewhat slower pace over the proceeding few weeks. Incidentally, I had wanted to use the title "My Woollen Lullaby" several months previously planning my solo album "Catharsis" which to this day remains shelved for reasons apparently obvious to the listener (think Glenson Heart McBrute's JAZZ.)
My Woollen Lullaby
My Woollen Lullaby
There
was a time when words just came
We
closed our eyes shut out all pain
And
sang a song that beckoned in
A
new tomorrow
The
days were long despite the rain
Their
brightness shone on all the same
And
bore a song that kept alive
Thoughts
of yesterday
And
from these tunes we reminisce
Fresh
tales emerge now from that mist
Of
clouded hours, lost in time
Such
as this one
So
what of laughs and endless fun?
The
certainty of more to come
Take
a breath, calm the mind
My
woollen lullaby.
Recall
a time when words had failed
Knew
the score yet were unable
To
change the cards we’d dealt ourselves
It
needs perspective
Stuck
in a rut, a mind possessed
Introspection
obsessed
Close
our eyes to all around
As
if we’re special.
Don’t
forget you’re not alone
All
deep down searching for “home”
So
drop your guard, freely roam
Take
a breath, calm the mind
With
woollen lullabies
There’ll
be time to take a breath
There’ll
be time to start afresh
There’ll
be time to sing aloud
A
new tomorrow
There’ll
be a time when you are heard
There’ll
be a time - far more absurd
There’ll
be a time you realise
Your
prayers were answered
So
what of laughs and endless fun?
The
certainty of more to come
Take
a breath, calm the mind
(Take a
breath and calm the mind)
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