lyrics
Can’t really find the words to say the way I feel,
I’m like a predator hunting for a meal,
Creative juices try to flow but just congeal,
It goes round and round, a never ending wheel.
It seems no mortal man can break these chains and free,
These shackles and restraints of harsh mundanity,
Somebody grease the wheels and set my spirit free,
Release me from these chains of dark reality.
Hazy words that lack formation,
I’d give the world for a spark of inspiration
.
This endless apathy, my patience wearing thin,
Cannot the muse unleash the bleeding heart within,
It always seems to slip away beyond my reach,
No one can help me now, a wall I cannot breach.
I feel it there, just not the notion,
A numbing blank devoid of all emotion,
Hazy words that lack formation,
I’d give the world for a spark of inspiration.
Spoken:
“Lying awake in the middle of the night,
My tortured mind unable to take flight,
With darkness surrounding me, and no relief in sight,
A wasteland of words, all running from the night,
No weaving of wisdom, no webs being spun,
No thoughts or fears trip from the tip of my tongue,
A noose of pure apathy strangling my mind
A soliloquy of boredom, unable to rewind.”
credits
from
Hope,
released August 20, 2015
Phil Rowe: Vocals
Peter Charlton: Guitars & Keyboards
Gareth Jones: Bass Guitar
Stephen Williams: Drums
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