This Colour
FinsburyParkCarrots
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This is an old, old lyric I wrote. I'd completely forgotten about the song until I found the tape of a recording I'd made; I just dusted off my old four track recorder and gave it a play. I thought I'd just put it up on the board for fun!
Burn up your money
Chase up old photographs you gave away
There's dogs in the hallway
Run to them, so they won't get you today
You say we're all crazy
But who lights the shadows that dance on your walls?
You say we're all crazy
But who screams that the wolfpack keeps making bloodcalls?
And isn't it funny?
You're flicking through pages of old magazines
And won't stop to tell me
What the song that you sing to yourself really means
You say we're all crazy
That we're just hearing silence; there's nothing to know
You say we're all crazy
But who's burning from embers of too long ago?
Maybe you're ranging
A play of true colours unseen
But I see this colour fading
The light of what you might have been
The light of what you might have been
Maybe you're ranging
A play of true colours unseen
But I see this colour fading
The light of what you might have been
The light of what you might have been
This colour
This colour
This colour
This colour
This colour
This colour
This colour
This colour
1996
Burn up your money
Chase up old photographs you gave away
There's dogs in the hallway
Run to them, so they won't get you today
You say we're all crazy
But who lights the shadows that dance on your walls?
You say we're all crazy
But who screams that the wolfpack keeps making bloodcalls?
And isn't it funny?
You're flicking through pages of old magazines
And won't stop to tell me
What the song that you sing to yourself really means
You say we're all crazy
That we're just hearing silence; there's nothing to know
You say we're all crazy
But who's burning from embers of too long ago?
Maybe you're ranging
A play of true colours unseen
But I see this colour fading
The light of what you might have been
The light of what you might have been
Maybe you're ranging
A play of true colours unseen
But I see this colour fading
The light of what you might have been
The light of what you might have been
This colour
This colour
This colour
This colour
This colour
This colour
This colour
This colour
1996
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however, i was able to relate to the expressions of nostalgia and singing songs.. i'll try to come up with somethin' simlr to express meeself better..
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