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I write these spare words
Like a half-attempted hiccup,
But the line is all fuzzy,
And the numbers don’t add up.
And I don’t know where I stand
On this razor line,
It burns as it cuts me,
But the burn - it is fine.
Is it wrong to be staring
Whilst helming the ship?
In the opposite direction
To the sea’s green hip.
To reach a conclusion,
Before the sun sings its song,
Oh I’ll be gentle with the blindfold.
I will do you no wrong.
//
I was never so good,
With all the details,
The laugh on the comeup,
The choke when it fails.
I owe it to myself,
To give it a try,
Though I cannot help but wonder,
When we’ll say goodbye.
//
I tried and I tried,
I begged and I implored her,
I fought in her armies,
I carried my orders -
To the borders of love,
Where we sat and we waited,
For the ceasefire to settle,
For our paths to be fated.
And now that we lie
In the remnants of beauty,
It occurred to me that love
Might not have been a duty.
So I took down my flag,
And laid it to rest,
Down there in the dirt,
In amongst the best.
//
I was never so good,
With all the details,
The laugh on the comeup,
The choke when it fails.
I owe it to myself,
To give it a try,
Though I cannot help but wonder,
When we’ll say goodbye.
//
So here we are, at the end of the line, the sands have all run out and we stand face to face as the sky breathes its last, and drags itself to the west. I rest my feet in the knowing that we tried and, at least, that’s all we could do. Would I say that I regret all that I lost? But we both know you can’t tally that kind of cost.
And I wish I had answers to this question of youth,
But in all honesty,
I never really messed,
With a kitsch little thing,
Like Truth.
//
Oh it feels so good,
To have these words,
That I’ve been sitting on so long.
They’re running
They’re running
They’re running
They’re running away
And i’ll never see them again.
But it feels so good,
To be my friend.
credits
from Head's Still Here,
released September 17, 2021
Guitar: Rory Lethbridge
Bass, Drums Vocals, Percussion: Troy Holt
supported by 27 fans who also own “To Be A Friend”
album magnifique , du beau travail surpris par le premier conquis par le deuxième ... je veux bien faire toutes les doses que vous voulez rien que pour vous voir en live 🤣😉👍👍👍 erzoger
supported by 24 fans who also own “To Be A Friend”
Female fronted occult bluesy hard rock from Sweden. Pre-purchased when only 2 tracks were available to listen to; full album has proved to be quality throughout. Struggling to choose fave track. welshwizzardd