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SONG LYRICS

Listeners of my albums may have noticed that the lyrics to my songs are not printed in the artwork of any of my CDs.  I've had a few people ask me for the lyrics to my songs so, over time, I thought I would add a selection on this new page of the website. To begin with, here's The Dead Translator from In the Emptiness and Shouting at the Dark from Lazy Oceanography.  If there is a particular song of mine you'd like the lyrics to, please contact me using the contact form and I'll try to include it here. 
 

The Dead Translator

(from the album In the Emptiness)

 

Can't get the taste out of my mouth these days,

I rinse and spit but still the flavour stays.

I'm a detective working on the case

of your unexpected beauty and easy grace.

 

I saw you talking to the cedar tree,

your weirded elbow and your wounded knee.

I took the night and passion to the sea

but the windswept stations got the better of me.

 

Sometimes I wonder if I ever should

define the strangeness of a crime so good.

It starts with anger and it ends in tears

and perpetuates the nightmare that your soul reveres.

 

The creativity that you despise

is like a shower falling from the skies.

The dead translator got it in the neck

and it's you who commissioned it and paid the cheque.

© 2023 Tony Gillam

Shouting at the Dark

(from the album Lazy Oceanography)

 

The stab of violence in the public park

and all the children frightened of the dark

and nobody seems to offer that much light...

so we left home and the truth hit town,

everybody putting everybody down,

and compassion packed her bags and left by night.

 

I don't know what we're doing,

seems we're just shouting at the dark.

But perhaps by shouting

we can generate a spark,

and if that spark catches fire

it will illuminate the night

and cancel out the darkness

that can't comprehend the light

– shouting at the dark.

 

There's people talking and the music’s loud,

they say there's one of them in every crowd

but I never meant to interrupt the night.

But the stab of violence in the public park

and all the children frightened of the dark

and nobody seems to offer that much light...

 

I don't know what we're doing,

seems we're just shouting at the dark.

But perhaps by shouting,

we can generate a spark,

and if that spark catches fire

it will illuminate the night

and cancel out the darkness

that can't comprehend the light

– shouting at the dark.

© 2018 Tony Gillam

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