Tuxedo turned torn tapestry
I don't need, I didn't want
Your sympathy
I can fake my own destiny
He takes me, makes me
Bleed . . . .for him
Mother may I ~ please
Come home?
I'm chilled to the bone
Please . . .
pick up the damn phone!
Tuxedo turned torn tapestry
I don't need, I didn't want
Your sympathy
I can fake my own destiny
He takes me, makes me
Bleed . . . .for him
Mother may I ~ please
Come home?
I'm chilled to the bone
Please . . .
pick up the damn phone!
Headphones and a certain swagger
I feel the rhythm in my body
And I feel yours in my mind
The scents, the sounds, the unlocked secrets
A rhyme that just makes sense
Life is good ~
This time
* A dear soul shared this tune with me and I wanted to pass it along 🙏
*not mine
The cold stone wall attested to time and decay,
She slid rough down, collapsed, and wept.
Heavy, heavy was the day,
For the promise that wasnt kept.
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite in a silent accord
Using words, you will find, are strange
Mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: David Jon Gilmour / Anthony Jon Moore
On The Turning Away lyrics © Pink Floyd Music Publisher, Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd
Thank you Ms Lambsone
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A couple of these I have posted in past blogs - the guitar one was just now
I took a stab
At rehab
I'm so glad
I didn't lose myself
In that fad
I reached a stretch
And I think I fetched
A dozen others
In the fletch
Of an arrows
Target regret
Its time,
and time again
To reset . . .
In the convergence of beginning
and end,
Past and future
Stuck in the now
Nihilistic tendencies abound.
Give life to death
Watered down with blood
Licensed to lose
The flight too ground
Teeth and claws bared,
I want to rape
Until I can love
I want to scream
So loud
The entire world goes deaf
I want to meet my maker
So I can kill it
The indigo folds
Roll off the Roland tones
May I forget.
I once had ahold,
Of heaven's first born,
And I was torn,
But I forgot.
You held the spear,
That kept me near,
A love so dear,
Of which I had sought.
Crumbled staircases,
And cold embraces,
Now tear me apart