Neighbourhood Vandal
Shikutomoto {Royalty Free}
updated
The night has arrived
upon a lonesome Valentine,
where we sleep to wine
and rise & shine to turpentine. [poison]
Time passes by
the years, the months, the days
they weigh for hour on my mind.
(On my mind)
Here we are again
in a life oh so mundane.
We try to numb the pain
through lust and novacaine.
Maybe someday
I can obtain the faith
to learn to love again.
(To love again).
All and all
I never thought
that we would have come this far.
All we've got
from the start
was an affair of the heart.
Hold me close,
let me know
that you'll always be right here.
Have no fear
when I'm not near,
you can find me among the stars.
Love's a game,
we came to play
knowing damn well we won't win.
Reciprocation,
separation,
we were both worn way too thin.
No regrets,
for what we had
was the purest form of love -
the kind we both dream of -
just tell me you remember what once was.
in the eyes of a spiteful God?
I'm against every odd,
I have lost the façade
that I've laud
while I'm left here the rot
Would it make me unworthy
to want a taste of your warm embrace?
My heart's been displaced,
Dine on wine through the night,
turpentine by sunrise,
time goes by,
the years, the months, the days, they weigh for hours on my mind.
Surrounded by heathens, confronted by demons
the world I believed in has fallen apart
Poisoning my air these unyielding nightmares
but I'm never scared of the dark
I braved the weather, whenever, where ever, and I
didn't give a damn about what it costed. I'd -
sacrifice whatever, from now until forever,
but forever's too long
and I'm exhausted.
Todo lo que queda para calentarse es tu propio corazon.
(All that's left to warm you is your own heart)
¿Cuanto teimpo duraras?
(How long will you last?)
she'll sing you a song from beyond the sea
a lustful lament from a siren so sweet
a luscious lullaby
a song of the deep ~
in the eyes of a spiteful God?
I'm against every odd,
I have lost the façade
that I've laud
while I'm left here the rot
Would it make me unworthy
to want a taste of your warm embrace?
My heart's been displaced,
Dine on wine through the night,
turpentine by sunrise,
time goes by,
the years, the months, the days, they weigh for hours on my mind.
Surrounded by heathens, confronted by demons
the world I believed in has fallen apart
Poisoning my air these unyielding nightmares
but I'm never scared of the dark
I braved the weather, whenever, where ever, and I
didn't give a damn about what it costed. I'd -
sacrifice whatever, from now until forever ~
but forever's too long,
and I'm exhausted..."
Here's my rendition of Breathing Easy, from the late artists known as Her's.
Original: youtube.com/watch?v=YT-4joO0R6A&list=OLAK5uy_lwxXBYNZfprI-q7aI_Em_AlBQK5E8Ufmo&index=6
Download: drive.google.com/drive/folders/1AL0iqosJv9X9ZE_DbYyx2_czyr3_BaIi?usp=sharing
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"Once there were trees full of birds,
Meadowlands vibrant with flowers;
Carefree the songs our children once sang
Gilding our minutes and hours.
Clouds came and covered the sun,
The breath of the baleful unease
Turning to ashes flowers in their fields,
Silenced the birds in their trees.
Hidden so deep in veils of deceit,
Imprisoned in twisting spells -
Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
Strive till the phantoms are broken,
Fight till the battle is done;
The squadrons of night can't conquer the day,
Nor shadows extinguish the sun.
Stories of danger, fearless attack,
Specters of plague and pain.
All of these ghosts of our own delusions come back;
And we'll be haunted again, haunted again.
For tho the storms are over and past,
Tho the thunder's rage is quieted at last
Well this nightmare's laid me down in the rags here to mourn,
Here to mourn.
The night has left us crippled with grief
As we strive to keep alive our belief,
But a loss so great, it clouds all our hopes for the dawn.
Hidden so deep in veils of deceit,
Imprisoned in twisting spells -
Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
Stories of danger, fearless attack,
Specters of plague and pain.
All of these ghosts of our own delusions are back;
Have we been fighting in vain? Fighting in vain ~"
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