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More musings from the attic on man and his condition. I found these lyrics I had written some time in the last year. Put them to some simple chords. I'm not sure what thoughts I was having at the time that led to these words but... listening could cause depression... ;-)
Guitar, harp, vox: Jack Miller
© Jack Miller 2009
Guitar, harp, vox: Jack Miller
© Jack Miller 2009
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Lyrics
And when the rains came falling down
it was too late for me.
Ten thousand shadows on a wall
but I could not see.
Heeding not the voices
I would not hear.
Lost in my illusion
of pleasure and fear.
And when the rains came down
it was too late for me.
And when the rains came falling down
it was too late for me.
Building an edifice
to last for all time.
All the while, in changing sands,
etching mortal lines.
And the stabs of my conscience,
the white noise of my mind,
Stir only the shallows
of my distracted insides.
And when the rains came down
it was too late for me.
And when the rains came falling down
it was too late for me.
© Jack Miller 2009
it was too late for me.
Ten thousand shadows on a wall
but I could not see.
Heeding not the voices
I would not hear.
Lost in my illusion
of pleasure and fear.
And when the rains came down
it was too late for me.
And when the rains came falling down
it was too late for me.
Building an edifice
to last for all time.
All the while, in changing sands,
etching mortal lines.
And the stabs of my conscience,
the white noise of my mind,
Stir only the shallows
of my distracted insides.
And when the rains came down
it was too late for me.
And when the rains came falling down
it was too late for me.
© Jack Miller 2009
Feter
the voice of wisdom folk songs ...what a classic ..very moving here !!!
SO MUCH 60s troubadours .terrific lyrics as always ...within the guitar
strummin I hear a full rockin roll set like the band playin behind you ...
what a treat ...thnx alot for sharin such gem !!!!