Lyrics to a new song, "Stabat Mater"
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All he hears is a pitter patter landing on galvanise
Punching as hard as the tongues that flatter, killing a king with lies
All he sees is the stabat mater, staring down from his wall
Bearing as softly as tongues of water, a sun in his rise and fall
Does he make himself clear?
Does he make himself clear?
He’s talking ‘bout his whole damn life here,
It’d be good if he made himself clear.
All he’s known is the thump and clatter of backhands across his eyes
Reigning as hard as the belts that batter, scarring shins and thighs
All he is, is a soul grown later, near his curtain call
Singing too soft and late and too old about all that made him stall
Does he make himself clear?
Does he make himself clear?
He’s talking ‘bout his whole damn life here,
It’d be good if he made himself clear.
People say, "Why did you stay so long, living with what was wrong?"
All he can say is, “At least I die strong, with these last words as my song.
If they know well enough how to kick you down, then you’ll soon forget how to run,
Staring through tears at the stabat mater, mourning her broken son.”
Do I make myself clear?
Do I make myself clear?
I’m talking ‘bout a whole damn life here,
It’d be good if I made myself clear.
Do I make myself clear?
Do I make myself clear?
I’m talking ‘bout a whole damn life here,
It’d be good if I made myself clear.
Punching as hard as the tongues that flatter, killing a king with lies
All he sees is the stabat mater, staring down from his wall
Bearing as softly as tongues of water, a sun in his rise and fall
Does he make himself clear?
Does he make himself clear?
He’s talking ‘bout his whole damn life here,
It’d be good if he made himself clear.
All he’s known is the thump and clatter of backhands across his eyes
Reigning as hard as the belts that batter, scarring shins and thighs
All he is, is a soul grown later, near his curtain call
Singing too soft and late and too old about all that made him stall
Does he make himself clear?
Does he make himself clear?
He’s talking ‘bout his whole damn life here,
It’d be good if he made himself clear.
People say, "Why did you stay so long, living with what was wrong?"
All he can say is, “At least I die strong, with these last words as my song.
If they know well enough how to kick you down, then you’ll soon forget how to run,
Staring through tears at the stabat mater, mourning her broken son.”
Do I make myself clear?
Do I make myself clear?
I’m talking ‘bout a whole damn life here,
It’d be good if I made myself clear.
Do I make myself clear?
Do I make myself clear?
I’m talking ‘bout a whole damn life here,
It’d be good if I made myself clear.
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Beautiful lyric.
Punching as hard as the tongues that flatter, killing a king with lies
All he sees is the stabat mater, staring down from his wall
Bearing as softly as tongues of water, a sun in his rise and fall
Does he make himself clear?
Does he make himself clear?
He’s talking ‘bout his whole damn life here,
It’d be good if he made himself clear.
All he’s known is the thump and clatter of backhands across his eyes
Reigning as hard as the belts that batter, scarring shins and thighs
All he is, is a soul grown later, near his curtain call
Singing too soft for he’s still to cater to those who made him stall
Does he make himself clear?
Does he make himself clear?
He’s talking ‘bout his whole damn life here,
It’d be good if he made himself clear.
People say, why did you stay so long, living with what was wrong?
All he can say is, “At least I die strong with these last words as my song.
If they know well enough how to kick you down, then you’ll soon forget how to run,
Staring through tears at the stabat mater, mourning her broken son.”
Do I make myself clear?
Do I make myself clear?
I’m talking ‘bout a whole damn life here,
It’d be good if I made myself clear.
Do I make myself clear?
Do I make myself clear?
I’m talking ‘bout a whole damn life here,
It’d be good if I made myself clear.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Here's the next tweak:
All he hears is a pitter patter landing on galvanise
Punching as hard as the tongues that flatter, killing a king with lies
All he sees is the stabat mater, staring down from his wall
Bearing as softly as tongues of water, a sun in his rise and fall
Does he make himself clear?
Does he make himself clear?
He’s talking ‘bout his whole damn life here,
It’d be good if he made himself clear.
All he’s known is the thump and clatter of backhands across his eyes
Reigning as hard as the belts that batter, scarring shins and thighs
All he is, is a soul grown later, near his curtain call
Singing too soft, for he’s still to cater to those who made him stall
Does he make himself clear?
Does he make himself clear?
He’s talking ‘bout his whole damn life here,
It’d be good if he made himself clear.
People say, why did you stay so long, living with what was wrong?
All he can say is, “At least I die strong with these last words as my song.
If they know well enough how to kick you down, then you’ll soon forget how to run,
Staring through tears at a mother’s frown, mourning her broken son.”
Do I make myself clear?
Do I make myself clear?
I’m talking ‘bout a whole damn life here,
It’d be good if I made myself clear.
Do I make myself clear?
Do I make myself clear?
I’m talking ‘bout a whole damn life here,
It’d be good if I made myself clear.
Right. That'll do for now!
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