viernes, agosto 12, 2011

Decissions

Fine decissions,
We're making it again,
Get a grip my friend,
There's still a long way ahead,
Before we reach the end,

Fine memories,
All the choices,
Lying on a bed of roses,
When the right answer was,
All along under our very noses,

But we pretended not to be,
And we intended not to see,
So we walked over what was lying,
Right in front of our feet,

And the days went by,
And we couldn't get it right,
And what took us so long building,
So fast came crumbling,

Bad memories,
Spawned out of the cold,
The lack of will to be bold,
To dig each other up,
From under the rubble,

Bad decissions,
Made time and time again,
We never seem to mend,
What got broken in ourselves,
The first time around the bend,


But we pretended not to be,
And we intended not to see,
So we walked over what was lying,
Right in front of our feet,

And the days went by,
And we couldn't get it right,
And what took us so long building,
So fast came crumbling,


And so with the unbeareble,
Weightlessness of missfortune,
I bid you adieu,
Maybe someday, many years,
From today, old an grey,
We'll look at ourselves in the mirror and wonder,
What ever happened to you


 We pretended not to be,
And we intended not to see,
So we walked over what was lying,
Right in front of our feet,

And the days went by,
And we couldn't get it right,
And what took us so long building,
So fast came crumbling,


ARealRock'N'Rolla

lunes, agosto 08, 2011

I Imagine

I imagine,
Yes, I imagine every day,
No matter what people may say,
Or what they may throw my way,
I imagine every day,

I try and love,
I try and love every day,
I heard what you were singing of,
While the sky was falling away,
And the bombs were going off,
And the people's cry was heard night and day,

If only you were here today,
Would things be any different,
I wonder,
Probabbly,
You'd still be singing your song,
We'd be pushing on and on,
Standing tall,
By the city walls,
Tearing down barriers and barricades,
Fighting off the powers that be,
With chantings of peace, love and liberty,

I dream,
Oh, how I dream those ancient,
And eternal dreams,
That keep our blood red and burning,
And make us place our hearts and souls over the ledge,
That drive us over the edge,
That make us look far beyond the horizon,
And catch a glimpse of what lies ahead,

What would you say,
If you could speak out today,
Tell me, would you still,
Be fighting the folks at capitol hill,
That drop their bombs and shoot their guns
Only for the thrill to kill,
I imagine you would,
And I'd be standing beside you,

I cannot believe,
That so long ago,
Your life line was cut off so,
But 'till this day,
Your cry is heard,
From the cold shores of liverpool,
To the subway trains of NYC,
From the coastline of california,
To the deserts in India,


I imagine,
Yes, I imagine every day,
No matter what people may say,
Or what they may throw my way,
I imagine every day,



 ARealRock'N'Rolla

viernes, agosto 05, 2011

My Friend

My friend fell and bit the dust,
Though he pleaded not to the heavens,
They simply whispered back, you must,
He vanished before you could count from six to seven,

Not with cautious resolution,
Rather with swift violence,
Striped, he was, from lively functions,
And to the wind, casted it was, his sweet innocence,

Why did he have to cross that door,
Why did he have to die for,
Life, from his bosom, was so dispatched,
While we could only but helplessly watch,
Now the bitter tears I cry,
Not even the harshest of winds could ever dry,

Quickly was he beckoned,
To that place that lies beyond,
Never again will he utter a word,
Never again will he feel, turning, beneath his feet, this old world,

His song, shall no longer be heard,
For he's fallen cold and dead in the dirt,
And now my heart, broken, weeps,
Were I the one who fell in the webs of the eternal sleep,

Why did he have to cross that door,
Why did he have to die for,
Life, from his bosom, was so dispatched,
While we could only but helplessly watch,
Now the bitter tears I cry,
Not even the harshest of winds could ever dry,

He never had a chance to be,
Now his dreams and  hopes,
Are scattered at sea,
While I'm at the end of my ropes,

I'll never...,
He'll never...,
I'll never see him again,
He'll never breathe again.



ARealRock'N'Rolla