I think I’m in despair
The wind is in the trees
Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me
Is this future’s gate?
Where my dreams retreat?
And all my memories are just memories of memories?
And a-folded in a dream
Pitch-black and glowing blue
A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’
Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes
I saw my pale last days
Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’
Ah-oh, I know a way to get back
This don’t have to end
A way to get back
And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
Then he wished me plain
As he flew away
Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day
And he wished me plain
Ordinary death
Said he’d be back after I escaped it
oh
I’ve seen how they are
How they’d all sell their souls
In little bits and pieces, til they get old
They don’t make a dent
In indifference
We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
But I want to go back
If this is the end
I want to go back
Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’
Not to haunt them, haunt them
Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt
Haunt them, haunt them
Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.
Tag: lyric quotes
Smoke
The smoke rolls through
Looking for a sign of you.
It twists and spins
Looking for some truth within
The skies turned gray
Like a dissapointing parade.
Is this all there is?
This Valley of ash
Is this all there is
This site of a crash ?
The smoke ran through
Leaving no trace of you
I don’t know what to do
Without a trace of you
So roll through like smoke
Even if it leaves me broke
Is this all there is?
This Valley of ash
Is this all there is
This site of a crash ?
Is this all that there ever was?
Tell me why do you do it?
Why do you put me through it?
If this is all there ever was
Is this all there is?
This Valley of ash
Is this all there is
This site of a crash?
You fill me like smoke
And leave a bit of light within
After this smokescreen
Now I really know what’s clean
– Vagabond Prophet
– Song number two everybody I hope you like it.
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.
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.
I think I’m in despair
The wind is in the trees
Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me
Is this future’s gate?
Where my dreams retreat?
And all my memories are just memories of memories?
And a-folded in a dream
Pitch-black and glowing blue
A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’
Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes
I saw my pale last days
Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’
Ah-oh, I know a way to get back
This don’t have to end
A way to get back
And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
Then he wished me plain
As he flew away
Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day
And he wished me plain
Ordinary death
Said he’d be back after I escaped it
oh
I’ve seen how they are
How they’d all sell their souls
In little bits and pieces, til they get old
They don’t make a dent
In indifference
We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
But I want to go back
If this is the end
I want to go back
Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’
Not to haunt them, haunt them
Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt
Haunt them, haunt them
Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.
– Gord Downie
I think I’m in despair
The wind is in the trees
Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me
Is this future’s gate?
Where my dreams retreat?
And all my memories are just memories of memories?
And a-folded in a dream
Pitch-black and glowing blue
A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’
Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes
I saw my pale last days
Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’
Ah-oh, I know a way to get back
This don’t have to end
A way to get back
And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
Then he wished me plain
As he flew away
Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day
And he wished me plain
Ordinary death
Said he’d be back after I escaped it
oh
I’ve seen how they are
How they’d all sell their souls
In little bits and pieces, til they get old
They don’t make a dent
In indifference
We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
But I want to go back
If this is the end
I want to go back
Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’
Not to haunt them, haunt them
Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt
Haunt them, haunt them
Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.
I think I’m in despair
The wind is in the trees
Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me
Is this future’s gate?
Where my dreams retreat?
And all my memories are just memories of memories?
And a-folded in a dream
Pitch-black and glowing blue
A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’
Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes
I saw my pale last days
Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’
Ah-oh, I know a way to get back
This don’t have to end
A way to get back
And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
Then he wished me plain
As he flew away
Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day
And he wished me plain
Ordinary death
Said he’d be back after I escaped it
oh
I’ve seen how they are
How they’d all sell their souls
In little bits and pieces, til they get old
They don’t make a dent
In indifference
We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
But I want to go back
If this is the end
I want to go back
Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’
Not to haunt them, haunt them
Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt
Haunt them, haunt them
Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.
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.
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 what you wanted
Well then you will not be haunted
But if I’m honest I think that you will be.”
– Vagabond Prophet
– First song I’ve written in about five years.
Vagabond Prophet 