lirik lagu for those i love - civic
i was in love with the fixtures
and then beloved in the scriptures
that were written by the hands of my hometown
the ground looked good in the pictures
but there was blood in the mixtures
but i washed the wounds when the bounds of art surrounds
it was colour, taste, sound, and sp~ce, voice, and blás, and home, and place
at wakes the faith was commonplace, til the chase of graves turned faith to hate
the path to gray would rule your ways, they’d say you’d break and stain your day
but the art got made, we’d remain unpaid, but alive in song
til we’d pass away
[chorus]
now the only way that i find ease
is in the peaceful arms of mates
in the worlds of written words
and in the art of my home place
i’ve gained some distance from the source
pray i return to those estates
where the ink would run forever
and the songs filled every day
it was
proverbs and place names
unbothered and pay shamed
22 and driven by the written word
now it’s
products and pay scales
college and day sales
but if i quit there’s no salvation in the hurt
i’ll find no saviour in the dirt
i take the bins out, clean the floors, spend the night online indoors
the drone and tone of constant scroll has grown the boredom in my bones
i pay some fines that i’d ignored, and then the sun goes down once more
left the days on end
the same again with no art that’s made or shown
but there’s a path i walk back home, i find peace with art alone
the sounds and shapes within each day retrace each memory that i own
my only roots feel overgrown, the working man is all i’ve known
i find peace again as i grip my pen and i carve this endless stone
[chorus]
the only way that i find ease
is in the peaceful arms of mates
in the worlds of written words
and in the art of my home place
i’ve gained some distance from the source
pray i return to those estates
where the ink would run forever
and the songs filled every day
it was
proverbs and place names
unbothered and pay shamed
22 and driven by the written word
now it’s
products and pay scales
college and day sales
but if i quit there’s no salvation in the dirt
i’ll find no saviour in the hurt
in a burnt out civic
we were alive with the lyrics
25 and religious about the art and it’s limits
i’m 32 and a cynic
and i still miss the beginning
when our dreams were just that
and we wouldn’t sleep til we finished
in every first half visit
i was alive with the spirit
the sights were so vivid in every life long minute
i was off but convicted
i was sauced but was lifted
back when i felt some more freedom
and i was just out there living
before the gin and guinness
i was young and ambitious
seventeen and committed
to both the art and my kinship
back then nothing was scripted
and we bled for existence
and felt the spirits of friends that had passed
in each sitting
he was malicious and vicious
in the shadow of sickness
beat to death over business and then he left without witness
my brother left with the visions
he faced his death on the bridges
but then he talked himself down
and put his pain into singing
i resisted then dismissed it
ignored the pain til it had shifted
left addicted and restricted until the art became conflicted
but new ways paid me a visit
i gave the pain its own eviction, wrote for days in praise
ya heard me say
i existed
i existed
[outro]
seventeen, next to me. steps to sea. done
pressed to cheek, ten degrees, said he’s free. dumb
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