my favourite lyrics

Discussions related to music in general.

Moderators: Mexicola, 2020k, Fredd-E, Aesthetics

User avatar
Dayvan Cowboy
Status: Offline
Posts: 2122
Joined: 23 Jun 2009
Beautiful lyrics, yet devastating. A song I have been listening to a lot lately. Along with the music this is such a haunting song.

The Antlers - Kettering
phpBB [media]


I wish that I had known in that first minute we met
The unpayable debt that I owed you
'Cause you'd been abused by the bone that refused you
And you hired me to make up for that

Walking in that room when you had tubes in your arms
Those singing morphine alarms, out of tune
Kept you sleeping and even, and I didn't believe them
When they called you a hurricane thunderclap

When I was checking vitals, I suggested a smile
You didn't talk for a while
You were freezing
You said you hated my tone
It made you feel so alone
And so you told me I ought to be leaving

But something kept me standing by that hospital bed
I should have quit but instead I took care of you
You made me sleep and uneven, and I didn't believe them
When they told me that there was no saving you
When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare in the sun

User avatar
Dayvan Cowboy
Status: Offline
Posts: 2029
Joined: 12 Aug 2021
Location: North Yorkshire, UK
"I got sunshine in my stomach
Like I just rocked my baby to sleep
I got sunshine in my stomach
But I can't keep me from creeping sleep
Sleep, deep in the deep

Rockface moves to press my skin
White liquid turn sour within
Turn fast, turn sour
Turn sweat, turn sour

Must tell myself that I'm not here
I'm drowning in a liquid fear
Bottled in a strong compression
My distortion shows obsession

In the cave
Get me out of this cave

If I keep my self-control
I'll be safe in my soul
And the childhood belief
Brings a moment's relief
But my cynic soon returns
And the lifeboat burns
My spirit just never learns

Stalactites, stalagmites
Shut me in, lock me tight
Lips are dry, throat is dry
Feel like burning, stomach churning

I'm dressed up in a white costume
Padding out leftover room
Body stretching, feel the wrenching

In the cage
Get me out of the cage

In the glare of a light
I see a strange kind of sight
Of cages joined to form a star
Each person can't go very far
All tied to their things
They're netted by their strings
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings

Outside the cage I see my Brother John
He turns his head so slowly round
I cry out "Help!"
Before he can be gone
And he looks at me without a sound
And I shout out "John please help me!"
But he does not even want to try to speak
I'm helpless in my violent rage
And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek
And I watch him turn away and leave the cage
My little runaway

In a trap, feel a strap
Holding still
Pinned for kill
Chances narrow that I'll make it
In the cushioned straight-jacket
Just like 22nd Street
They got me by my neck and feet
Pressures building, can't take more
My headaches charge, ear aches roar
In this pain
Get me out of this pain

If I could change to liquid
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck

Outside John disappears, and my cage dissolves
Without any reason my body revolves

Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Turning around
Just spinning around"


Genesis - In The Cage
phpBB [media]
Image

User avatar
Dayvan Cowboy
Status: Offline
Posts: 1200
Joined: 23 Aug 2017
Location: planet daz
I listened to these with a certain fictional character in mind and the words hit a lot harder.

Rotten Apple - Alice In Chains:
Innocence is over
over
Ignorance is spoken
spoken
Confidence is broken
broken
Sustenance is stolen
stolen
Arrogance is potent
potent, yeah

What I see is unreal
I've written my own part
Eat of the apple, so young
I'm crawling back to start

I repent tomorrow
tomorrow
I suspend my sorrow
sorrow

What I see is unreal
I've written my own part
Eat of the apple, so young
I'm crawling back to start

A romance is fallen
fallen
Recommend you borrow
borrow

What I see is unreal
I've written my own part
Eat of the apple, so young
I'm crawling back to start


Nutshell - Alice In Chains:
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead
Image
In here is a tragedy, art thou player or audience?
Be as it may, the end doth remain:
all go on only toward death.
...
There is nothing which cannot become a puppet of fate
or an onlooker, peering into the cage.

Previous

Return to This Random Sound

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 26 guests