Once
More With Feeling
Don't let the silence
get you down,
Though you've been sittin'
here for hours,
Hoping a voice could
soon be found
That speaks much louder
that this music.
If you're a little off
colour and,
Out for the count,
Don't let it get you
down.
Don't let the talking
keep you up,
If they're your friends
they share your vision,
And as the phone ring
breaks the silence they figure out that you don't want to answer.
If you're a little off
colour and
Tired of the sounds
Don't let it get you
down.
Don't let the people make
you think
That just because you're
young you're useless
You know it's not naive
to think that you can change the things around
And that no man is an
island.
For I'd rather be a pebble
than
An ocean vast and dry
Alone they make no sounds
Chronicles Of A Bohemian
Teenager
I was stuck in minor
chords
I'd been here once before
With environmental ....
And your baggage on my
floor
So get over here
Lets grab ourselves another
beer
To drink untill tomorrow
to forget that we're stil alive.
Drinking to forget
always breaths regrets
dissolusioned faces upon
friends and silver meths
I do believe that my
self-constructed alibi
Is cracking under pressure
while i'm breaking on the inside
I'm sick of making sure
I'm sick of sitting with
my.....
telling people I know
More than they needed
to know
And this song is more,
than the self indulgant rantings, closure for the times that have let you
down
you know I need you around
Well I'm still here, long
overdue, but it feels like coming alive for pastures new.
So this ones for the friends
If not so for themselves
and this new lifes directing
us
....
you made us feel at home
broken backs on floors
of stone
but I'd rather wake there
any day
than wake up here alone |
Oak
Tree
Take a look at the oak
trees
In the park standing
tall
like a tower of resilience
despite the leaves that
fall.
Stripping them back to
their
fraught frames, all naked
and on display. Like
us they
dress for the season.
It will soon be spring again. But you and I were not designed
to be evergreens i guess
that it's time to long
for
april to come. Am i willing
to wait here again? Although
I'm hungry and I'm tired
and
all the bridges I made
on the
way are quickly turning
into
fires and as the embers
are
growing and no phoenix
emerge
I guess another set back
is
another lesson learnt.
Let's strip it back to
the bare bones,
though not a matter of
choice,
there's still something
of worth
in just an acoustic and
a voice.
As the new shoots start
growing
at the start of the year,
the tree is ready to
deliver
despite inital years
I Spy
I spy with my little
eye something that begins with 'I don't care',
That this song, has a
melody.
Or that the beats are
not complex,
I'm just trying to make
you sing,
And not be perplexed.
It doesn't mean any less
Face, in the crowd.
If you don't care then
why are you singing out?
Face, in the crowd.
If you don't care then
why are you singing out?
Why are you singing out?
And I spy with my little
eye something that begins with 'I have just',
I have just begun to
realise.
Put on my favourite song,
Forgot this style instructs
you to sing aloud
Why don't you sing along?
It goes,
Face, in the crowd.
If you don't care then
why are you singing out?
Face, in the crowd.
If you don't care then
why are you singing out?
And I can hear you singing,
La la la la la la la
la la laaa,
You're singing,
La la la la la laa
It doesn't matter that
this song has a simple tune,
Even though it's not
what I'm supposed to do,
What I'm supposed to
do,
What I'm supposed to
do
What I'm supposed to
do
It doesn't matter that
this song has a simple tune,
Even though it's not
what I'm supposed to do,
What I'm supposed to
do
And can you hear me going?
La la la la la la la
la la laaa,
La la la la la la la
la la laaa,
Now it doesn't matter
that this song has a simple tune,
Even though it's not
what I'm supposed to do,
What I'm supposed to
do
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