Ladies and lads, perhaps today, I can lure you all to look at, and listen to, what I consider an ever-lasting essential limb of my imagination. I have not yet let you see this side of me - the side which longs for and loves music and lyrics.
Below are lyrics for a song I wrote long ago. I have altered them somewhat, to live as written word, in the form of a poem, for the luxury of reading linear prose. However, below the lyrics is the original song - the audio. Yes, it is me singing and playing guitar. A little lacking in sound quality, but I'm not ashamed of that. Feel free to listen :)
I can’t help but think what life would be like
If every day was as dark as the night
How would you wake without the son of dawn?
Climbing through your window like a god’s been born?
Through the dark streets, the cats do cry
They disturb the false peace, where the hungry die
Glass is broken, screams are heard
It’s an illusion of Jesus and his holy word
Calls of fear fall from damp brick walls
Damp brick walls fall from fearful calls
The houses are empty, and the people skint
Yet the rich keep buying fur coats made of mink
I can’t help but think, if I had my way
If every night was as light as day
But how would I sleep without the silver moon?
Making shadows of leaves, on the walls in my room?
Please, save those words of guilt and fear
Stop preaching little nothings in my deaf ear
I know you’re hoping and praying, every year
But you’re living your life in a box, my dear.
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