Tag: lyric quotes

vagabondprophet:

Mercury

Rise up! Like mercury!  In this climate, in this climate

Slow down, like traffic stalled, in this city,  in this city

No more talking, engines running,  let’s go walking down the street.

It’s just a block and we’ve both got ten toes on two pairs of feet.

We’ve got to burn the clutch and grind the gears and stall the car for my waking fears

Turn it all off

Rise up! Like mercury!  In this climate, in this climate

Slow down, like traffic stalled, in this city,  in this city

All this asphalt,

it is my fault. Turn the paving stone into bricks for homes

There’s no time to idle in the queue

Burning burning

Harness the sun or the wind instead

The earth is

Yearning yearning

For us to shut it all down

Let’s shut it all down

Rise up! Like mercury!  In this climate, in this climate.

Slow down, like traffic stalled, in this city,  in this city

– Vagabond Prophet

– Third song, not super happy with it but I hope you like it all the same.

Mercury

Rise up! Like mercury!  In this climate, in this climate

Slow down, like traffic stalled, in this city,  in this city

No more talking, engines running,  let’s go walking down the street.

It’s just a block and we’ve both got ten toes on two pairs of feet.

We’ve got to burn the clutch and grind the gears and stall the car for my waking fears

Turn it all off

Rise up! Like mercury!  In this climate, in this climate

Slow down, like traffic stalled, in this city,  in this city

All this asphalt,

it is my fault. Turn the paving stone into bricks for homes

There’s no time to idle in the queue

Burning burning

Harness the sun or the wind instead

The earth is

Yearning yearning

For us to shut it all down

Let’s shut it all down

Rise up! Like mercury!  In this climate, in this climate.

Slow down, like traffic stalled, in this city,  in this city

– Vagabond Prophet

– Third song, not super happy with it but I hope you like it all the same.

She gave me matches
Seven wooden matches
She put them into a small, slim glass jar
With a screw-top lid

I fingered that jar
I put it in my pocket
She said, ‘Can’t go into the woods without them’
I smiled at her and left

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were six
I’d be fine
As long as there were five
Matches in that jar
Mile after mile
On the chick-chick chick-chick sound of the matches
On the memory of her smile

I kept them dry
And as long as there were five
I’d be fine
As long as there were four
Matches in a jar
With a screw-top lid
I know she did not mean to hurt my feelings
But that’s what she did

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were three
I’d be fine
As long as there were two
Matches in that jar

Gord Downie

This song broke my heart. It’s entitled “Seven Matches” off the Secret Path album. The whole album is a concept album about Chanie Wenjack trying to find his way home after running away from his residential school in Ontario. He never made it home. I found it so sad that he gets to two matches and then the song just kind of dwindles and ends. You need to listen to this album and it helps if you read along with the graphic novel by the same title, it’ll ruin you but you’ll be better for it.

(via vagabondprophet)

She gave me matches
Seven wooden matches
She put them into a small, slim glass jar
With a screw-top lid

I fingered that jar
I put it in my pocket
She said, ‘Can’t go into the woods without them’
I smiled at her and left

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were six
I’d be fine
As long as there were five
Matches in that jar
Mile after mile
On the chick-chick chick-chick sound of the matches
On the memory of her smile

I kept them dry
And as long as there were five
I’d be fine
As long as there were four
Matches in a jar
With a screw-top lid
I know she did not mean to hurt my feelings
But that’s what she did

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were three
I’d be fine
As long as there were two
Matches in that jar

Gord Downie

This song broke my heart. It’s entitled “Seven Matches” off the Secret Path album. The whole album is a concept album about Chanie Wenjack trying to find his way home after running away from his residential school in Ontario. He never made it home. I found it so sad that he gets to two matches and then the song just kind of dwindles and ends. You need to listen to this album and it helps if you read along with the graphic novel by the same title, it’ll ruin you but you’ll be better for it.

(via vagabondprophet)

She gave me matches
Seven wooden matches
She put them into a small, slim glass jar
With a screw-top lid

I fingered that jar
I put it in my pocket
She said, ‘Can’t go into the woods without them’
I smiled at her and left

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were six
I’d be fine
As long as there were five
Matches in that jar
Mile after mile
On the chick-chick chick-chick sound of the matches
On the memory of her smile

I kept them dry
And as long as there were five
I’d be fine
As long as there were four
Matches in a jar
With a screw-top lid
I know she did not mean to hurt my feelings
But that’s what she did

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were three
I’d be fine
As long as there were two
Matches in that jar

Gord Downie

This song broke my heart. It’s entitled “Seven Matches” off the Secret Path album. The whole album is a concept album about Chanie Wenjack trying to find his way home after running away from his residential school in Ontario. He never made it home. I found it so sad that he gets to two matches and then the song just kind of dwindles and ends. You need to listen to this album and it helps if you read along with the graphic novel by the same title, it’ll ruin you but you’ll be better for it.

(via vagabondprophet)

She gave me matches
Seven wooden matches
She put them into a small, slim glass jar
With a screw-top lid

I fingered that jar
I put it in my pocket
She said, ‘Can’t go into the woods without them’
I smiled at her and left

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were six
I’d be fine
As long as there were five
Matches in that jar
Mile after mile
On the chick-chick chick-chick sound of the matches
On the memory of her smile

I kept them dry
And as long as there were five
I’d be fine
As long as there were four
Matches in a jar
With a screw-top lid
I know she did not mean to hurt my feelings
But that’s what she did

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were three
I’d be fine
As long as there were two
Matches in that jar

Gord Downie

This song broke my heart. It’s entitled “Seven Matches” off the Secret Path album. The whole album is a concept album about Chanie Wenjack trying to find his way home after running away from his residential school in Ontario. He never made it home. I found it so sad that he gets to two matches and then the song just kind of dwindles and ends. You need to listen to this album and it helps if you read along with the graphic novel by the same title, it’ll ruin you but you’ll be better for it.

vagabondprophet:

Slave

You said you were a stranger

But you said it so friendly that I didn’t quite believe you at first.

You offered me a bottle

When you saw that I was panting,

clearly dieing of thirst.

I eyed it with suspicion

And you spoke unto me,

“It’s a long long way I’ve marched,

thirst has no respect for drought,

And I know your throat is parched.”

I took a deep draft

Like a fool

Really daft

And I’m pretty sure I’m suffering now

Went down sweeter than love

Now tremors are gripping me like a glove.

“Take my money take my money

make this all go away,

Take my money take my money

Make this come to an end.”

With a deep deep laugh you Chuckled and spat,

“Not your money but your life!  Your blood your soul your heart, that’s what I wanted, that’s what I wanted from the start”

I want everything, everything, everything that makes you you.

Eviscerated violated taken to the grave.

That’s what I want,  I want a slave

You never once said no,

You never once said go,

You’re conviction ain’t consistent

You were far from resistant.

Maybe next time you’ll arm yourself against all your favourite tastes and smells

Or you may find yourself on tour in the deepest depths of hell.

I want everything, everything, everything that makes you you.

Eviscerated violated taken to the grave.

That’s what I want,  I want a slave

I woke up panting

you step into the mirror,

Took a deep bow and then you said,

“If this isn’t want you wanted

Well then you won’t be haunted

But if I’m honest I think that you will be.”

– Vagabond Prophet

– First song I’ve written in about five years.