🎹 Lyrics That Hit The Spot

My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send
And I got neighbors, they're more like strangers
We could be friends
I just need a way out
Of my head
I'll do anything for a way out
Of my head
 
Tomorrow is a step away
Twice removed from yesterday's sadness
Still I am a dream away
Twice removed from yesterday's sweet madness
 
Paint me a picture and hang it on the wall
Colour it darkly, the lines must start to crawl
Down, down, down
Spin me around and around
Draw me away to the night from the day
Leave not a trace to be found
Down, down

Nothing is real but the way that I feel
And I feel like going down
 
Don't mess around, son, we will need you here
The dust's about to fall and the smoke's about to clear
Far from the edge meet the sky, dull and drear
Never to free your soul from its toils and its snares
Out with the old and in with the blue
I surmise I won't have any answers for you
 
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
Face up, make your stand
Realize you're living in the golden years
 
I met a brunette in a pretty dress
Went to her AC'ed apartment
She smoked a joint and she drank absinthe
And laid there like a slab of cement
And I left and we lost touch
Shit I can't say I really missed her much
And when I left we fell out of touch
And I doubt she ever thought of me much
 
Can't hide
I can't hide my misery
I know my sorrow won't set me free
She did it d'you see she did it to me

Help me now please my friend
I never felt so bad before
Never never before
 
Every time I walk out of the house
Put on another face
Just to blend in with the crowd
So nobody sees me
You would never believe me
I tell you that I'm whole, but I'm still healing
I tell you that I'm happy, but I'm grieving
Thought I was a fighter
I'm still in the fire
 
"If I could change, I'd be good for you.
Oh, I hate all the madness and the pain I've put you through"
 
Last night I went looking for fun
I took it just a little to far
It's such a drag getting slapped in the face
When you're sittin in the back of a car
Hungover and horny
Too sick to call
I'm as hard as a rock
I should be havin' a ball
 
Say that you're breaking up
Connection, too slow
So I just try to text again
Don't pick up the phone
Don't think we can be friends
Because you're too pretty
I wanna see you again
I don't know what I'm saying

Don't think this is worth it
Don't think this is worth it
I'm not wasting time
But you've been on my mind
Don't think this is worth it, this time
 
I know I got me some problems
About a thousand memories I gotta forget
But if I'm gonna solve them
Baby, I'll take all the help I can get
If you ain't gonna kiss me
Then I'll take some whiskey, some Grizzly
Nicotine, amphetamines too
You want me to stop some of that
Or you want me to stop loving you?
Hey, what you want me to do?
 
Wow Just saw that the Mariner's church in Detroit rang the bell 30 times 29 for the crew of the Edmund Fitzgerald and once for Gordon Lightfoot on his passing. That song is haunting.

In a rustic old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early
 
Wow Just saw that the Mariner's church in Detroit rang the bell 30 times 29 for the crew of the Edmund Fitzgerald and once for Gordon Lightfoot on his passing. That song is haunting.

In a rustic old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early
Yeah, that song is very powerful, it often moves me.
I can remember waking up on the 11th to both newspaper and radio announcing the loss. I'd seen the Fitz on the lake (St. Clair, I'm a Detroit Boy). It was hard to believe it could sink.

Mariner's Church rings the bell still, every November 10, in memorial. It is touching that they rang it for this occasion as well. I saw it posted on FB from friend of mine.
 
This is where it ends
I've been down a few broken roads that I'm tryin' to mend
But this is where it ends
And I'm breakin' down
You were lyin' when you said that you were trying to work things out
But now I'm broken down
Went to battle for ya always
Fought for ya on your worst days
Then you told me that you don't love me no more
 
I won't give up easy you should know after all you're a bitch and I hate you, I think
 
You can see but you're blind
Someone turned the sun around
But you can see in your mind
The Gates of Babylon

You're riding the endless caravan
Bonded and sold as a slave
A sabre dance removing all the veils
Getting as good as you gave
Sleep with the devil and then you must pay
Sleep with the devil, the devil will take you away
 
And do you feel scared, I do
And I won't stop and falter
And if we threw it all away
Things can only get better
 
I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes
I saw the sign
Life is demanding without understanding
I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes
I saw the sign
No one's gonna drag you up
To get into the light where you belong
But where do you belong
 
You take the breath right out of me
You left a hole where my heart should be
You got to fight just to make it through
Cause I will be the death of you
 
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