jclapt38
08-11-2004, 05:11 PM
My fingers shiver
my hand at rest
my eyes are closed
they see the best
the world is dark
and the room is bright
at the end of the hall
i see the light
my hands are cold
but my honestly flies
finnaly real
the first time
my wrist shakes
as i grab me axe
my body turns
my feelings past
slowly it rises
to the top
the hidden secrets
the will to stop
my emotion is real
cant kill the beat
my fingers move
and i tap my feet
the music is dead
and the notes still move
all of me resting
and all of me through
i lie on my back
and scream till i cry
holding my love
ill sing till i die
quicker the tempo
faster my hands
the notes of the song
live in my glands
slowly releasing
quicker they fall
one by one
my freedom it calls
i throw the notes
there goes my smile
the quicker i play
the faster they file
escaping the truth
escaping the pain
sharps and flats
all in vain
the beating of drums
the wailing of harps
the peircing of silence
and the broken hearts
strumming and plucking
liberation is final
screaming in whispers
on plastic and vinyl
revolution it comes
a train without brakes
passing the money
producers and fakes
in breaks through the barns
of lighting at shows
it crashes the sales
the makeup and clothes
raw and real
its finnaly here
emotion is art
love and fear
the softer i sing
the louder i feel
the closer i come
i finally kneel
my hands are raised
and my truth is told
my body is warm
and no longer cold
a sigh of relief
a yawn of regret
i close my book
chapters of debt
i lay back down
look at my face
my guitar is silent
im gone from that place
back to my job
cofee and shoes
i set down my instrument
folk and blues
i return to this place
where i began
absent of love
my only fan
i silently chuckle
my own little sin
pick up my guitar
and im back home again
my hand at rest
my eyes are closed
they see the best
the world is dark
and the room is bright
at the end of the hall
i see the light
my hands are cold
but my honestly flies
finnaly real
the first time
my wrist shakes
as i grab me axe
my body turns
my feelings past
slowly it rises
to the top
the hidden secrets
the will to stop
my emotion is real
cant kill the beat
my fingers move
and i tap my feet
the music is dead
and the notes still move
all of me resting
and all of me through
i lie on my back
and scream till i cry
holding my love
ill sing till i die
quicker the tempo
faster my hands
the notes of the song
live in my glands
slowly releasing
quicker they fall
one by one
my freedom it calls
i throw the notes
there goes my smile
the quicker i play
the faster they file
escaping the truth
escaping the pain
sharps and flats
all in vain
the beating of drums
the wailing of harps
the peircing of silence
and the broken hearts
strumming and plucking
liberation is final
screaming in whispers
on plastic and vinyl
revolution it comes
a train without brakes
passing the money
producers and fakes
in breaks through the barns
of lighting at shows
it crashes the sales
the makeup and clothes
raw and real
its finnaly here
emotion is art
love and fear
the softer i sing
the louder i feel
the closer i come
i finally kneel
my hands are raised
and my truth is told
my body is warm
and no longer cold
a sigh of relief
a yawn of regret
i close my book
chapters of debt
i lay back down
look at my face
my guitar is silent
im gone from that place
back to my job
cofee and shoes
i set down my instrument
folk and blues
i return to this place
where i began
absent of love
my only fan
i silently chuckle
my own little sin
pick up my guitar
and im back home again