Words: Ian
Music: Ian & Belladonna
Notes: The main section of this song - verses and choruses - were written by Ian, except for the lead guitar over the intro and chorus. The ending section developed in our practices and is one my most favorite things we've ever accidentally played.
A rooster crows
And in my hands I place my face
The frailty of a human kind
A rooster crows
The filth of a selfish mind and
Crimes of fire and ropes that bind
To undermine
To deceive oneself unto belief
A criss-cross of high and mighty
High and mighty
High and mighty forgets and nots
And motivated by what?
Stand among them warm yourself
In fallacies
And ungrateful disgrace of all
You once knew
Indifference the drowning sound
I hear, the air is
Sweet with soft melodies
But all are deaf to hear
A polished brow, a narrow chance
To passively avoid the day
I deny
But my accent gives me
But my accent gives me away
Friday, February 1, 2008
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