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05:08
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YOU SIT THERE STARING THROUGH THE WINDOW
WONDERING WHERE IT ALL HAS GONE
THE GOOD OLD TIMES - DRINKING, LAUGHING
LIVING HERE UNDER THE SUN
YOU DIDN’T HEED THE WARNINGS
THAT THE END WAS COMING SOON
SENDING ALL THE WEALTHY PEOPLE
TO THEIR ENDS UPON THE MOON
NOW - YOU - GOTTA - GO BELOW
ONE OF THE FEW THAT’S BEEN FORSAKEN
SO THE OTHERS CAN LIVE ON
LEADING LIVES NOT CLOSE TO NORMAL
THEY THINK THEY ARE THE LUCKY ONES
THEY NEVER SHOWED YOU ANY MERCY
ALWAYS THE BRUNT OF OTHERS JOKES
NOW YOU ARE ALL EQUAL
IT’S ALL GONE UP IN SMOKE
NOW - YOU - GOTTA - GO BELOW
WHAT YOU THINKING OF MY FRIEND
EVERYTHING COMES TO AN END
YOU CANNOT BREATHE - YOUR THROAT’S ON FIRE
LUNGS FEEL ABOUT TO BURST
SKIN IS DRYING GETTING TIGHTER
WHAT WAITS FOR YOU CAN’T BE ANY WORSE
NOW - YOU - GOTTA - GO BELOW
WHAT YOU THINKING OF MY FRIEND
EVERYTHING COMES TO AN END
NOW - YOU - GOTTA - GO
DOWN BELOW
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Cul De Sac
05:49
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LOSING THE POWER
SWITCHING IT OFF
THROWING THE BREAKER
BLOWING A FUSE
NEED SOME DOWNTIME
BY MYSELF
A PLACE WITHOUT SOUND
OR ANYTHING ELSE
CLOSING THE DEAL
PULLING IT OFF
MAKING THE PROFIT
FOR WHAT IT IS WORTH
THERE’S ALWAYS A DOWNSIDE
ALWAYS A CATCH
SHUTTING THE DOOR
LEAVE IT ON THE LATCH
CUL DE SAC
CUL DE SAC
ANGRY WORDS
MEANINGLESS VOICES
ONE WAY STREET
THE WRONG WAY ROUND
DROPPING A NOTE
PLAYING A WRONG CHORD
MESS UP THE DOWNBEAT
SINGING A WRONG WORD
OUT FOR REVENGE
OVER COMMON MISTAKES
DEATH WISH DRIVER
SOON TO BLEED
HEAD ON FIRE
TAKING TOO MUCH HEAT
IT’S A CUL-DE-SAC
IN A ONE-WAY-STREET
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When The Pain Bites
04:48
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Lost in a city of familiar strangers
Mind on alert scanning for danger
Icy rain freezing soaking your face
Need to escape
Get out this place
Coloured lights flashing sales talk and warnings
Car horns and sirens through darkness til dawn
Drunken bystanders drift down the sidewalk
Soon will be morning
Time to move on
Take another pill try to sleep my love
They will be watching from deep in the shadows
Close your eyes think only of me
Sharp knives and arrows
Are all you will see
When the pain bites
For one more time
Inflicting a wound
Carving a line
Self harming angel
Asleep in my bed
I’ll work through the night
to fix your head
When the. Pain bites
No drugs no booze no illicit substance
Try to come down from all of your highs
Gonna be hard to walk that fine line
Get rid of the doubt
And open your eyes
Take another pill try to sleep my love
They will be watching from deep in the shadows
Close your eyes think only of me
Sharp knives and arrows
Are all you will feel
When the pain bites
For one last time
Inflicting a wound
Carving a line
Self harming angel
Asleep in my bed
I’ll work through the night
to fix your head
When the pain bites
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SAD-EYED ARTIST
SITTING IN AN EMPTY ROOM
STARING AT A CANVAS FULL OF NOTHING
HARDENED BRUSHES STREWN UPON THE FLOOR
WISHING THERE WAS MORE
TO THIS
BROKEN DANCER
LIMPING FROM HER DRESSING ROOM
TRYING TO TELL HERSELF THE PAIN WILL GO
STUMBLING ONE LAST TIME THRU THE STAGE DOOR
PRAYING FOR NO MORE
THAN THIS
WEARY USHERETTE
PICKING UP THE LITTER FROM THE MATINÉE
FILLING UP A PAPER BAG WITH DISCARDED PAPERS
FINDING THE ODD COIN OR NOTE FOR THE SOCIAL FUND
HOPING FOR SOME MORE
ALL OF THEM THE SAME
NOT KNOWING EACH OTHER’S NAME
TRIED TO DO THEIR BEST
IN A JOB THEY NOW DETEST
THEIR PASSION AT A LOW
THE FURY OVERFLOWS
BENDING OVER KEYS
OF THE PIANO WITH DIMMLY LIT EYES
HARD TO FOCUS ON THE STAVE IN FRONT OF HIM
SHAKY HAND WRITING ON THE WORN OUT SCORE
NOTES HE’S HEARD BEFORE
NOTHING NEW
FINGERS WRACKED IN PAIN
ARTHRITIS AT IT’S WORST AGAIN
DROPS THE PENCIL DOWN ONTO THE RUG BELOW
STARTS TO BEND TO PICK IT UP - FALLS OVER AND HITS THE FLOOR
ASKING HIMSELF
WHY ME?
ALL HIS SONGS THE SAME
ANOTHER TUNE A DIFFERENT NAME
HE KNOWS THEY’D NEVER LISTEN
TO THE WORDS THAT HE WOULD PEN
THE NOTES DON’T COME EASY NOW
HE UNDERSTOOD THE RISK
SEEMED LIKE A JOKE AT FIRST
THE PENULTIMATE SACRIFICE
PLAYING WITH LOADED DICE
THE PLAGIARISTIC TRAIT
A THING HE LEARNED TO HATE
BUT COULDN’T RESIST
ANYMORE
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Raymie Wilson Glasgow, UK
Singer/Songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Raymie’s music lies in various genres. Classic Rock, Country, Americana and others. He likes a lyric with a good story to it. Some factual, others pure fantasy. He is a keen advocate of the DIY ethos. Everything; writing, performing, recording, producing and artwork. Even burning and printing CDs. With other projects in the pipeline. Watch this space ... more
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