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A little solo song based on conversations with blokes in pubs and discovering quite a few had tortured relationships with their mothers
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Lyrics
Fragile Men
All the fragile men
Only just holding it in
Smiling on the outside
They fix you
With a rictus grin
Spy lethargical tears
Sliding from their eyes
There’s no flooding here
Just restrained
Desperation
Will this feeling ever go away?
Will this feeling ever fade?
Brown paper and string
Wrap up the important things
In their heads
But they just can’t seem to untie
The Know
He just phoned you up
To ask when you died
The last time he saw you
There was no spark of life
In your eyes
Will this feeling ever go away?
Will this feeling ever fade?
Praise them, love them hold them
Look at all the things they’ve done
I’ve done all this for you
Have I been a good boy
Mum?
There’s no end
To what they could receive
No amount of love
Could fill them empty hole
In their hearts
© Mark Spruce 2010
All the fragile men
Only just holding it in
Smiling on the outside
They fix you
With a rictus grin
Spy lethargical tears
Sliding from their eyes
There’s no flooding here
Just restrained
Desperation
Will this feeling ever go away?
Will this feeling ever fade?
Brown paper and string
Wrap up the important things
In their heads
But they just can’t seem to untie
The Know
He just phoned you up
To ask when you died
The last time he saw you
There was no spark of life
In your eyes
Will this feeling ever go away?
Will this feeling ever fade?
Praise them, love them hold them
Look at all the things they’ve done
I’ve done all this for you
Have I been a good boy
Mum?
There’s no end
To what they could receive
No amount of love
Could fill them empty hole
In their hearts
© Mark Spruce 2010
mrattue
Powerful stuff!
The verse melody sketches out a sort of inevitable, childish dance to my ear, which complements the sort of helplessness and repetition well, and the loss of a defunct moment. Very clever, i think, as if demonstrating the absurdity of trying to be a child again to please a mother wearing rose-tinted spectacles?
Like the way the accompaniment occasionally has something of itself to say between vocal parts.
Sad song this, though, all the same. Even the question of the chorus, though more open melodically, is about something going away, fading out, rather than something better coming.
Were you all on the gin?
Thanks for sharing this. Good song.
Marc