Hi. Guess my university reading is responsible for this... :wink:
The Day his Days were Over.
All their possessions piled up
Like the tiniest fortress
The kids on the suitcases
Dangling their legs
And holding hands
While their parents grew
Older by the minute
With hope beating away
In a battered clock radio
Nightmares on their faces
All the clouds' shadows
Passed on and the cars
Just drove a bit to the left
No touching them, no
No touching them
The smallest one asked
“Are we going yet?â€
And I watched from
Behind my pamphlet
How the older one
Shook her head
And I never again wanna see someone that lost no I swore to myself to clear out my head
alongside my flat oh I'll never again drag such a night into such a day
So, I chose the person-thing/thought option. Now the explanation for the potentially curious.. I read about Ray Hill who, when he watched an Indian family being cast out into the streets with nowhere left to go, realized for the first time what he'd been doing (he'd promoted segregation) and said "Never again could I be party to visiting such misery on human beings. [. . .] My days as a racist were over."
So that was that.
Cheers,
straycat.
"oh, eventually it will break your heart" - anders wendin
"And I never again wanna see someone that lost no I swore to myself to clear out my head
alongside my flat oh I'll never again drag such a night into such a day "
I've noticed that in your songs sometimes, there is another song waiting to happen! In this song, the above quote is the basis for another song. I say, go for it!
Wow,
This one really inspired me (Check Your PM)
First I think Nightmares On Their Faces may work better as a title with this section
as a chorus
While their parents grew
Older by the minute
With hope beating away
On that battered radio clock
Nightmares on their faces
I also played around and made some minor changes in the lyrics
that I highlighted in red
Although I understand what Pearl is saying I must respectfully disagree.
I think the part she refers to makes a perfect ending to this song.
The Day his Days were Over.
All their possessions piled up
Like the tiniest of fortress
The kids on the suitcases
Dangling legs
And holding hands
While their parents grew
Older by the minute
With hope beating away
On that battered radio clock
Nightmares on their faces
All the clouds' shadows
Passing on the cars
As they drive a bit to the left
Not touching them, no
Not touching them
Nightmares on their faces
The smallest one asked
“Are we going yet?â€
And I watched from
Behind my pamphlet
How the older one
Shook her head
While their parents grew
Older by the minute
With hope beating away
On that battered radio clock
Nightmares on their faces
And I never again wanna see someone that lost no I swore to myself to clear out my mind
alone in my flat I'll never again drag such a night into such a day
While their parents grew
Older by the minute
With hope beating away
On that battered radio clock
Nightmares on their faces
Nightmares on their faces
Nightmares on their faces
John
Hey Anne! :D
Well, while I had no idea of the original inspiration for these lyrics;
I have to say that my mind was immediately captivated and filled with such rich imagry as I was reading it thru
the first time.... Images such as Dorothea Lange's Great Depression photography:
Or of the sweeping (wide angle/cloud & shadow) vistas and heartfelt closeups of John Ford's 'Grapes of Wrath'
with Henry Fonda as Steinbeck's Tom Joad.
Great Job!
And.... No disrespect John; I prefer Anne's unmolested words :wink:
Ken
"The man who has begun to live more seriously within
begins to live more simply without"
-Ernest Hemingway
"A genuine individual is an outright nuisance in a factory"
-Orson Welles
Hey :wink:
Pearl, it's true, that happens sometimes.. but here there's nothing left to add, it was fully intended the way it is, as an ending :D
John, thank you! Please, check your PM for the rest :lol:
Oh, Ken, that picture is beautiful. Haunting, too. :D I'm glad the lyrics worked so well for you! (and, although it's a different thread, yes, shame on me, I really have to read the "Cuckoo nest" book :wink: )
Thanks for your comments!
Cheers,
straycat.
"oh, eventually it will break your heart" - anders wendin
It works as an ending, too, (as I look it over again.)