Tuesday, October 30, 2012

On Escaping Into Yourself

 



The Poetrycooker brings you another installment of . . .

THE HAUNTED GRAMOPHONE

 

Quiet Inside
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Lyrics by:

Andy Tubman

I couldn't make the colors match today
I don't know what else to say
except I tried and they can't say I didn't
I don't like the stuff they are feeding me
they don't like the things I see
but I don't think I need to be forgiven

But I am quiet inside
though they drag me by a wire
through the storm that cracks the sky
I am quiet inside

I used to be so hart to find
rage and tears filled my eyes
but now i believe I see much clearer
my clarity did not come easily
my sell was knocked into me
but now at least I know who's in the mirror

I am quiet inside
though they drag me by a wire
through the storm cracks the sky
I am quiet inside

I am quiet inside
though they drag me by a wire
through the storm cracks the sky
I am quiet inside

ye I'm quiet inside
I am quiet

I couldn't make the colors match today
I don't know what else to say
 
You Bring the Devil

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