Lyrics & Poems

Here’s a song we’ve written but not recorded yet. It’s about that feeling of losing control and not being able to let go, trying to find everything out about something…

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Maybe it’s just my obsession,
Maybe I’ve gone too far,
I have followed each of your footsteps,
I have climbed in your bed in the dark,

I will call you my lover,
Though it need not always be true,
I wont  reason with you forever,
Though wait here just for you,

It’s the old ritual,
It’s the night time so still,
It’s the nothing you feel
While I wait forever

It’s the old ritual,
That imprints on my soul,
That will leave me so cold,
While I wait forever

I am reading your thoughts here,
I have stolen from you all I have,
But all that I ever wanted,
Just a souveneer of your love

I have followed your footsteps,
But I never end up at your feet
I have spent my days watching,
The shadows move while you sleep,

It’s the old ritual,
It’s the night time so still,
It’s the nothing you feel,
While I wait forever.

It’s the old ritual,
That imprints on my soul,
That will leave me so cold,
While I wait forever.

(Source: davegerardmusic.com)

Here’s a short simple song to fit with the theme (wishing on childhood innocence).  Will record soon…

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I want to live like the children do,
‘Cause they’ve always seem so happy when nights are blue

I want to shout like the children do,
They can scream anything and no-one disapproves.

Sometimes I wish that I was someone new 

I want to hope like our mothers did,
Though we never turned out aswell as we could

I want to live forever like you,
‘Cause you always seem so happy when nights are blue.

Sometimes I wish that I was someone new 

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More lyrics on http://davegerardspeaks.tumblr.com/

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You don’t remember my name,
You wont remember this face,
But I was once where you stood now,
I once stood so proud

You say, I’m told old for this now
Much too old for this crown,
You know I don’t, need it any more,
I’ve had that prize before

Wake me up when you’re growing up,
And the gold has lost its truth,
Know that once we were famous like you

So I’ll raise a blade to your skin,
And I’ll push till you let me in
I just need a drop of your truth,
But either way I’ll lose

And I’m love struck by your eyes,
And I don’t have a reason why,
I should love a heart of stone,
Love a hand so cold,

Wake me up when you’re growing up,
And the gold has lost its truth,
Know that once we were famous like you

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There’s a girl across the sky,
And she likes to get high,
As she’s arranging all the flowers for her art.

And the rose is a staple,
For a girl who’s unstable,
She’ll just pick off all the petals in the dark.

Either way leave them at my door,
You know I’ll only ask for more.

She sent them one by one,
And by the time she was done,
I had a room full of roses and ideas.

And rose was pretty,
Though I never felt worthy,
So I gave her something to fear.

Either way leave them at my door,
You know I’ll only ask for more.

Next we danced in the orchard,
Until things got awkward,
And she picked me a orchid for the road.

It’s ok I suppose,
I’ve a room full of Rose,
She’s arranging all the flowers for her art.

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A thousand different Islands,
Scattered from their ragged shore,
There’s a brand new mist,
At the ending of a civil war.

The last ship is sinking,
The captain’s escaping with his whore,
He is a coward of a man,
Just watching blankly his crew struggle aboard.

It’s a new day, it’s a new day,
I just can’t think of this no more.

Down among the wastelands,
The canons wont fire anymore,
They’re sick of all the drama,
at the end of the civil war.

The fighters look so graceful,
They’re our hero’s in uniform,
But why did no-one tell them,
Theres no hero’s in a civil war

It’s a new day, it’s a new day,
I just can’t think of this no more.

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Nobody knew how to get to her truth,
Was a long line, that led to her door.

When it came to my turn we crashed and I burned,
in the evening, was a battle till dawn.

But its oh so quiet in the morning, When there’s nothing,
But its oh so quiet in the morning, When there’s nothing,
But its oh so quiet in the morning, When there’s nothing left to say.

In morning we’d dance, map travels to France,
And stay here, lost in bed all day.

But as the hours grew old, and the day took its toll,
We ‘re ready, for battle once more.

But its oh so quiet in the morning, When there’s nothing,
But its oh so quiet in the morning, When there’s nothing,
But its oh so quiet in the morning, When there’s nothing left to say.

Nobody knows, it the end where she goes,
Is a long time, waiting on her call.

Now love I’m low, I have nowhere to go,
And I’m longing, to do battle again.

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Well I stole your picture,
Hibernated in your bed,
Took some souvenirs from your draw,
So I try to work out why,
This fascination grew,
Why I’m rolling in your clothes down on the floor.

I’ll give them to your brother,
To give back to you,
Goes to show my conscience always cares,
Now I’ve left you a note,
And pinned to to your ghost,
I hope you’re home the next time that I stay.

Now you’re in my Garden?
Sprawled out on the grass,
A drunk maid borrowing my stuff,
Well I didn’t see this coming,
When I was sleeping in your room,
Truth is that I’ll never get enough.

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They say every man must own a shed,
If he is to contemplate his choice,
And that every man will be a preacher,
On the day he finds his voice,

But when I was screaming like an infant,
You ignored me the most,
When you were staring right through me,
I knew then I was a ghost.

So I set fire to my shed then,
On the roof there I was hoist,
But you didn’t even look twice,
And you never heard my voice.

I was screaming like a French girl,
Getting oh so close,
You were staring right through me,
I knew then I was a ghost.

And in my humbling reflection,
Next year I’ll be coy,
All my screaming oh so worthless,
Now please take back my voice.

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Who knows what the wind intends from you,
I asked the Gods but they never knew.
The wind was never in their remit,
They left us to shape it as we saw fit.

And now the wind begins to die,
Its knots tangled up in the sky,
Still are the rivers and the trees,
It seems the wind will do at its please.

You know once I tried to control its force,
But sure enough it grew the harder I fought,
Now I know that life will always be ok,
When I just let the wind take me away.

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(Thought I’d write this about a rather un-apprecaited creature)

Somewhere on the forest floor,
A crow’s rebuilding a nest,
You banished him from your bedroom wall,
Without food or rest,

And he’s sick with rejection,
But he’s building up his home,
From time to time you wonder,
Where that crow has flown.

Somewhere on the forest floor,
Nowhere to be seen,
So dry your guilty hands,
They aren’t washing clean

And now you’re remorseful,
I fear your not alone,
‘Cause no one in the forest,
Appreciates the crow

(Source: davegerardmusic.com)