I think I fell in love last night—
Don’t even know her name.
But what they say about it's true:
I’ll never be the same.
A bomb was dropped, the sirens blared,
The army never came.
The streets are ash, the children scream—
They’ll never be the same.
I heard my sister died last night,
I saw her yesterday.
She read her feed then took a pill,
And slowly slipped away.
A bill came in the mail last night,
I swore I wouldn't pay.
I’m running from my broken brain,
And debts I can't repay.
Give it all away,
Give it all away.
Every time they make you bleed.
Give it all away,
Give it all away.
Every time they feed your need.
I haven’t slept at all tonight—
Only me to blame.
I feel my body filling up,
Then leaking out again.
My heart is pounding with the noise,
Of headlines, grief, and fame.
And part of me will not believe,
It's all a stupid game.
When you love, you don't count your losses,
Don't name your every pain.
Hold her close—but not too close—
And give it all away.
They lied to you, they’re lying still.
Don’t listen when they say,
That all of this is all there is,
Just give it all away.
4 comments:
I was unable to to access the audio on this song ... which I am coming to a couple of weeks after you posted it, but now seems eerily prescient of the terrible shootings in Washington. I'd be interested to hear the backstory on this song, and whether you had a specific incident in mind when writing it ...
It's also posted on Youtube. Maybe that's an easier place to hear it. In fact 20 of my new recordings are available on YouTube. just search my name, they should come up. Of course this song was written and recording before the tragic coldblooded murders in Washington. But yes, I see the connection, and I did have something related in mind, in terms of how we are constantly bombarded by bloodsoaked tragedy through social media, and overwhelmed by anxiety and mixed emotions by things that are physically far away but feel all too close. That can be a good thing and also a bad thing. I think there's a certain ambivalence I'm writing about. Both the necessity and danger of becoming de-sensitized.
Your lyrics are heart-rendering and painful, beautifully done. Gives one pause for thought. But the melody, or more likely the instrumental accompanying, doesn’t fit. The effect is jarring and not in the way I think you intended. Work on the music; the result could be a very powerful song.
I had a feeling you wouldn't care for the music LOL. I actually wrote the lyrics to fit the feel and groove of the music that I had come up with. I usually work the other way around, words first music second. I think of it as a sort of a dark, apocalyptic, dance-club number.
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