by Tom Chaplin
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river, and it made me complete
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Friday, May 30, 2008
Somewhere Only We Know
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Labels: longing, simplicity
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Where I Began
by Aaron Tate
The grass looked greener on the other side
So I tried to snatch myself from your hand
Caught a boat to anywhere but Nineveh
And you know, I got spit back on dry land
Give me purity and give me continence
But oh no, not yet
Like a coin hiding in the corner trying not to be swept
I was trying not to be swept
Kicking against these goads
Sure did cut up my feet
Didn't your hands get bloody
As you washed them clean?
Here I am again, back where I began
Try as I may, I can't get away from you
All these roads that lead me to roam
Bring me back home
Here I am again, back where I began
So you have yourself your ninety-nine
Isn't that enough for you?
Still you followed me to the shadowed valley
Carried me on your shoulders, too
I've done the work of Sisyphus
Thinking that I could get over this hill
But the one thing I can't get over now
Is the force of your will
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Labels: Caedmon's Call, God, salvation, sin
Saturday, May 10, 2008
The Trees
by Neil Peart
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas
The trouble with the maples
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade
There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream, 'Oppression!'
And the oaks just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
They say, 'The oaks are just too greedy
'We will make them give us light'
Now there's no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw
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Labels: disharmony, narrative, political
Rockin' Chair
by Noel Gallagher
I'm older than I'd wish to be
This town holds no more for me
All my life I try to find another way
I don't care for your attitude
You bring me down, I think you're rude
All my life I try to make a better day
It's hard enough being alone
Sitting here by the phone
Waiting for my memories to come and play
It's hard enough sitting there
Rockin' in your rockin' chair
It's all too much for me to take when you're not there
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Labels: contentment, memory, simplicity
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Late for the Sky
by Jackson Browne
The words had all been spoken
And somehow the feeling still wasn't right
And still we continued on through the night
Tracing our steps from the beginning
Until they vanished into the air
Trying to understand how our lives had led us there
Looking hard into your eyes
There was nobody I'd ever known
Such an empty surprise to feel so alone
Now for me some words come easy
But I know that they don't mean that much
Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch
You never knew what I loved in you
I don't know what you loved in me
Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be
Awake again I can't pretend
And I know I'm alone
And close to the end of the feeling we've known
How long have I been sleeping
How long have I been drifting alone through the night
How long have I been dreaming I could make it right
If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might
To be the one you need
Awake again I can't pretend
And I know I'm alone
And close to the end of the feeling we've known
How long have I been sleeping
How long have I been drifting alone through the night
How long have I been running for that morning flight
Through the whispered promises and the changing light
Of the bed where we both lie
Late for the sky
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Labels: Browne, disharmony, longing, loss, melancholia
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Apologies
by Grace Potter
Yesterday he said my eyes
Were fading fast away
I said, Well what do you expect?
You asked me not to stay
And if it had all been for the best
I wouldn't feel this way
And he said...
He said, It's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
'Cause I don't want to fight this war
And it's amazing
To see me reading through this scene of love and fear
And apologies
My love is like a blanket
That gets a little bit too warm sometimes
I want to wrap somebody in it
Who can hold me in his arms
'Cause when it got a little too hot in there
He was always stepping out for air
And he froze...
Yesterday he looked at me
With a tear in his eye
And said, I'll always tell you you're my friend
I hope I don't have to lie
'Cause it's clear you love another man
I said, You're damn right
And he said...
He said, It's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
'Cause I don't want to fight this war
And it's amazing
To see me reading through this scene of love and fear
And apologies
He said, It's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
That I didn't figure it out before
And now it's too late for a soliloquy
Way too late for dignity
It's time for apologies
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Labels: melancholia, Nocturnals, romance