Re: Dreamsongs: A Collection of Lyrical Ballads
by grindael » Mon Mar 21, 2016 12:31 pm
vii. bars
The bars are black and white
with shades of grey in-between,
There is only day and night
and nothing else matters
if you know what I mean.
And it’s hard, so hard
living in this prison cell.
I wish I could break out of
this self-made hell.
But we’re all self-made men
only refugees, and without a doubt
there is no one that’s free.
So keep a lid on your soul:
they’ll just chew it up
and spit it out in the cold.
Keep a cage around your heart:
or they’ll just tear it out
and rip it apart.
And if you are lucky this time
you won’t completely lose your mind.
This time...
The bars are cold hard steel
because reality is all too real.
For there is only good and bad
and nothing else matters,
no matter what you had.
And it’s hard, so hard
living in this prison cell,
and I wish I could break out of
this self-made hell.
But we’re all self-made men
only refugees, and without a doubt
there is no one that’s free.
Take a look at me...
viii. a prayer for the dying
Remember me?
I was your yesterday.
Under a spell for so long
and I still don’t know
what the hell went wrong.
The winds blew you so far
and I never did reach that star.
I guess I got tired of trying,
so say a prayer for the dying.
Because there is no one that’s free
so say a prayer for me,
Say a prayer for the dying
for my spirit is crying,
crying... *
Remember when?
I knew you back then.
Time multiplies our regrets,
you forgive but you can’t forget.
And though no bitterness remains
there is still lost innocence and pain.
I guess you got tired of trying,
so say a prayer for the dying.
Because there is no one that’s free
so say a prayer for me baby,
Say a prayer for the dying
for my spirit is crying,
say a prayer for me
because there is no one that’s free.
*Epitaph, King Crimson
ix. he’s here again
He’s here again,
to remind me of exactly what I am.
Making me stare at reality,
reminding me of what I know must be.
But a mind so full of dark solemnity
will give no heed to such a stormy sea
and to the troubled waters so disturbed,
and I am pushed towards that waiting shore
where I can find no comfort anymore.
He’s here again,
to remind me of exactly what I am.
Though I’m locked inside without a key
there are times with clarity that I see,
the price that he will somehow exact
from a life that’s lost as I face the facts.
Piece by piece it’s been taken, eaten away
by the lives of those who would throw it away:
But it would be freely given anyway,
so the price becomes a sanctuary.
Though it’s not what I had hoped for
He’s waiting now to settle the score,
knocking loudly at the door.
Here again to settle the score,
at the door, he’s at the door...
He’s here again,
waiting for me up around the bend.
Somehow managing to suck me in
to another game I just can’t win.
And to a life that’s become my new home,
elusions and a heart of stone.
Tearing apart what can’t be rebuilt
without a thought to what’s been killed.
And though I try I can’t handle the changes
for I know inside that I’m not blameless.
Though it’s not what I had hoped for
He’s waiting now to settle the score,
knocking loudly at the door.
Here again to settle the score
at the door, he’s at the door.
As I play a game I just can’t win
this time I know I’m gonna let him in.
As I climb into bed
and try to shut out the dark.
Out of my head, out of my heart.
Trying to get him out of my mind,
but not this time, he’s in my mind.
That voice in the night
making me feel all right,
deep inside and out of sight.
As I play a game I just can’t win
this time I’ve got to let him in.
He’s here again,
he’s here again...
x. silent screams (ii)
All of the turmoil deep inside
sometimes has no place to hide.
And though it looks for a way to surface
kept inside it serves no purpose.
Those passing images on the street of dreams:
nothing more than silent screams.
All of the questions deep inside
wrapped up in all our wounded pride,
will not speak even with faltering voice
and left alone give us no choice.
Or an answer to what it all means:
No one can hear your silent screams.
While all the answers to behold
are found inside but never told,
all the answers there to see
are locked up inside of you and me.
Never heard and never seen,
nothing more than silent screams.
All of the anguish deep inside
is far too much to turn the tide.
It may be written in books and hidden away,
things people will never say.
Places where their minds have been:
Wrapped around those silent screams.
While all the answers to behold
are found inside but never told,
all the answers there to see
are locked up inside of you and me.
Never heard and never seen,
nothing more than silent screams.
Riding on a speeding train; trapped inside a revolving door;
Lost in the riddle of a quatrain; Stuck in an elevator between floors.
One focal point in a random world can change your direction:
One step where events converge may alter your perception.
