New song lyric: "Davy Mack"

FinsburyParkCarrots

I'll record a home demo tomorrow.


Davy Mack lies on his bed, stares out the windowed sky,
And moans, “The better men are dead. I would I too could die.”
He holds his breath and wills the blackness that might mist his eye,
But sleep comes with a cruel exactness: life must soul-defy.
Davy Mack, you can’t decide your end.
Your midnight fears are still creation’s friend.

Davy Mack takes to the stage, stares out a faceless crowd,
And cries, “I’m only left with rage. What is there, to applaud?”
He shuts his eyes and wills the silence that might still his blood.
But still he feels the pump of violence, surging, sure and crude.
Davy Mack, you can’t decide your death.
Your fund of songs demands you spend more breath.

Davy Mack lives out his life, stares out an empty glass,
And roars, “Love cuts me like a knife, but still my soul won’t pass.”
He feels his heart, so wide and strong: “All strike, but I’m not killed,”
He sings love’s never-ending song, and has his glass refilled.
Davy Mack, you shall embrace the sun.
Wait past the dawn, and you’ll your peace have won.

FinsburyParkCarrots

This one is up on the demo page, too.