Musical Monday
[Blogger won't let me put a picture in and I've tried so many times - pisses the FUCK out of me when this happens!!! (Deep breath) Okay, I'm a little better.]
Damien Rice :: Older Chests
(This first song has such beautiful lyrics, read along if you have a chance.)
older chests reveal themselves
like a crack in a wall
starting small and grow in time
we all seem to need the help
of someone else to mend that shelf
of too many books
read me your favourite line
papa went to other lands
and found someone who understands
the ticking and the western man's need to cry
he came back the other day you know
some things in life may change
and some things they stay the same
like time
there's always time
on my mind
so pass me by
i'll be fine
just give me time
older gents sit on the fence
with their cap in hand
lookin’ grand
they watch their city change
children scream or so it seems
louder than before
out of doors and into stores with bigger names
mama tried to wash their faces
but these kids they lost their graces
when daddy lost at the races too many times
she broke down the other day you know
some things in life may change
but some things they stay the same
like time
there's always time
on my mind
so pass me by
i'll be fine
just give me time
Damien Rice :: Amie
nothing unusual nothing strange
close to nothing at all
the same old scenario the same old rain
and there's no explosions here
then something unusual something strange
comes from nothing at all
i saw a spaceship fly by your window
did you see it disappear?
amie come sit on my wall & read me a story of old
tell it like you still believe that the end of the century
brings a change for you and me
nothing unusual nothing's changed
just a little older that's all
you know when you've found it there's something i've learned
'cause you feel it when they take it away hey hey
then something unusual something strange
comes from nothing at all
but i'm not a miracle and you're not a saint
just another soldier on a road to nowhere
amie come sit on my wall & read me a story of old
tell it like you still believe that the end of the century
brings a change for you and me
amie come sit on my wall & read me the story of o
tell it like you still believe that the end of the century
brings a change for you and me