I shall be longing for you, like lakes without loons, wolves without moons.
Carnival Knights (via vagabondprophet)
Tag: songs
I shall be longing for you, like lakes without loons, wolves without moons.
Carnival Knights
Harmony
I need more musicI’ve got rhythm in my veins
And a heart that pumps
Not blood but a beat.
To create something
To be consumed by the ears,
To bring into life
Meaningful sound.
My heart beats
In polyrhythms,
And my feet journey
To find the melody.
So you be the woodwinds
And I’ll be the strings,
I’ll learn you first by ear,
And then by heart.
– Vagabond Prophet
Harmony
I need more music
I’ve got rhythm in my veins
And a heart that pumps
Not blood but a beat.
To create something
To be consumed by the ears,
To bring into life
Meaningful sound.
My heart beats
In polyrhythms,
And my feet journey
To find the melody.
So you be the woodwinds
And I’ll be the strings,
I’ll learn you first by ear,
And then by heart.
– Vagabond Prophet
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.
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.
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.
Vagabond Prophet 