Drawing from Springsteen, infused with virtual instruments, betrayed by my shoddy microphone.
lyrics
Articulating with my hands behind my head, a silver
Tongue and words unsung left by the silent and the dead. Disguised by
Witches with black heels and callous films on silver reels, I lose my
Breath, I speak my mind, but it don't matter.
It don't matter.
'Cause I've got time, the words still rhyme, I don't mind
Taking one more shot. I told the
Truth, I raised the roof, and now I've
Given all I've got. I took my
Stand and raised my hand, I wrote my
Name, I played the game. Pullin'
Through, staying true,
I can't lose.
Oh no.
Propelled by words of quiet angst and minor grief, in rooms of
Aging words of learning that are older than belief. Beset by
Tyrants on the hill and chased by sirens just for thrills, I tell a
Story based on lies, but it don't matter.
It don't matter.
[Chorus]
[Solo]
At night I travel to the town of neon lights, and blindly
Walking on my injured feet towards the fabled sight. A friendly
Grin, a touch of skin to ease my passing into sin, or just some
Way to end this endless day of articles and gin. We're gonna
Burn down this building and collect all the flowers and lower this place to its grave, lest we be-
Come everything that they warned us about with the way they always behave. I face the
Solemn hand of justice, broken down and stripped for parts, but still I
Crack a smile and stay a while 'cause it don't matter.
Yeah, it don't matter.
[Chorus]
[Repeat to fade]
credits
from Songs To Wax And Wane,
track released November 16, 2009
Written, performed and produced by Nash Sibanda
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