Hap
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I've just finished writing the music to this and hopefully recording it next week.
I've tried writing stuff about the town before and it's so easy to sound hackneyed or derived. I feel this is better.
(FYI the guy, who is painting the bridge is wearing the St Christopher, although it does also have something to do with migrant workers seeking employment. The Fall, is a bit like the Fall of Rome, but the end of a way of life here) A bit poncy? I dunno...
We have quite a few good musicians and writing on te board, but feedback from all is welcome and valid.
-The Fall-
Rusty rivet eyes, fixed upon the bridge – don’t look below.
Painted cable stays. Layers peel in gusts of burning cold.
Up at the peak, life beneath, won’t notice me, strip back the years
Time moves slowly there. Feel the tension hanging in the air.
Strung out on the boom, over jetties, under angel’s eyes.
80 meters down, through rusty latticework and circus wire.
Hung in the air, should I care, if time will touch, this ash and rust.
The broken buildings and drunken shoulders, weighed down by dust.
(*) St Christopher laughs as he dances on his chain.
Fleet endeavour for industry again (Hit beat early)
With a flourish, he spins to win it all.
Then comes the fall.
Crimson Traffic lights, holding nothing back - there’s nowhere to go.
Striding hulk of might. Empty gondola suspended below.
We don’t make things now - not here anyhow. A can of petrol could be so useful.
From the water’s edge, flaming skies, raging beautiful.
Scared of surviving and frightened of dreaming
Scared to stop laughing in case they start screaming
Suspended from lattice work under slate skies
From the storm to the street under Jesus’s eye
Peel layers of flaking paint back to my twenties
Through years of fatigue and I think I’ve had plenty
Of time
St Christopher laughs… (as above*)
Gulls swoop and call. Debris litters muddy river bends.
The layers flake and fall, like confetti on the wind again.
The frigid pendulum, I’ve become, counts each breath - each cautious edge.
I can feel it, I can feel it in my heart’s rhythm.
St Christopher laughs… (as above*)
I've tried writing stuff about the town before and it's so easy to sound hackneyed or derived. I feel this is better.
(FYI the guy, who is painting the bridge is wearing the St Christopher, although it does also have something to do with migrant workers seeking employment. The Fall, is a bit like the Fall of Rome, but the end of a way of life here) A bit poncy? I dunno...
We have quite a few good musicians and writing on te board, but feedback from all is welcome and valid.
-The Fall-
Rusty rivet eyes, fixed upon the bridge – don’t look below.
Painted cable stays. Layers peel in gusts of burning cold.
Up at the peak, life beneath, won’t notice me, strip back the years
Time moves slowly there. Feel the tension hanging in the air.
Strung out on the boom, over jetties, under angel’s eyes.
80 meters down, through rusty latticework and circus wire.
Hung in the air, should I care, if time will touch, this ash and rust.
The broken buildings and drunken shoulders, weighed down by dust.
(*) St Christopher laughs as he dances on his chain.
Fleet endeavour for industry again (Hit beat early)
With a flourish, he spins to win it all.
Then comes the fall.
Crimson Traffic lights, holding nothing back - there’s nowhere to go.
Striding hulk of might. Empty gondola suspended below.
We don’t make things now - not here anyhow. A can of petrol could be so useful.
From the water’s edge, flaming skies, raging beautiful.
Scared of surviving and frightened of dreaming
Scared to stop laughing in case they start screaming
Suspended from lattice work under slate skies
From the storm to the street under Jesus’s eye
Peel layers of flaking paint back to my twenties
Through years of fatigue and I think I’ve had plenty
Of time
St Christopher laughs… (as above*)
Gulls swoop and call. Debris litters muddy river bends.
The layers flake and fall, like confetti on the wind again.
The frigid pendulum, I’ve become, counts each breath - each cautious edge.
I can feel it, I can feel it in my heart’s rhythm.
St Christopher laughs… (as above*)
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