zoomerang II
War Child
round your eyes those lines
are prisons for a child
how he danced with abandon
round the fears that now so stiffle you
as delusions spread themselves
with grace across this sterile page
you've got words against the winter's gale
you've just made a big mistake
so you ran from teetering glass and silverware
three paces to the left
you cast your scornful glances homeward
across the barriers caulked with the mortar of your birthright
now suburbs glisten through the walls like tinfoil in the night,
Will you fall into those arms?
They'll fit you like a glove...
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I love poetry in lyrics, especially a simple song that describes almost every emotion and motivation about your life.
This is from a song called Barkly Street by a local melbourne band called Things of Stone and Wood.
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In the stillness of the evening
When the sun has had its day
I heard your voice whispering...
are prisons for a child
how he danced with abandon
round the fears that now so stiffle you
as delusions spread themselves
with grace across this sterile page
you've got words against the winter's gale
you've just made a big mistake
so you ran from teetering glass and silverware
three paces to the left
you cast your scornful glances homeward
across the barriers caulked with the mortar of your birthright
now suburbs glisten through the walls like tinfoil in the night,
Will you fall into those arms?
They'll fit you like a glove...
-
I love poetry in lyrics, especially a simple song that describes almost every emotion and motivation about your life.
This is from a song called Barkly Street by a local melbourne band called Things of Stone and Wood.
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In the stillness of the evening
When the sun has had its day
I heard your voice whispering...