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Words and Music: Philip Gardner
Philip Gardner: vocal, guitars, bass
John Paxinos: keyboard
Drums are Apple loops in various combinations.
Philip Gardner: vocal, guitars, bass
John Paxinos: keyboard
Drums are Apple loops in various combinations.
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Lyrics
The noise could not be locked outside
It went into his head
An angry voice, a fearful cry
He heard all that was said
He knew that soon he’d hear the sound
Of a hand upon a face
Then his turn would come around
To be put back n his place
Sad boy, mother’s joy, what’s inside your head?
Sad boy, mother’s joy, crying in your bed
His father gone, his mother tired
He roamed the streets all day
He never joined the simple games
That other children played
At school he fought with everyone
Just because he could
His teachers said he’d never learn
He wasn’t any good.
Sad boy, angry boy, what’s inside your head?
Sad boy, angry boy, always seeing red.
What good could happen was going to happen
In a dark Street that night
When the beer was talking to him and
His fists were clenched to fight
In his pocket was the blade
He’d bought when full of hate
We waved it at another man
And that’s what sealed his fate
Sad boy, angry boy, what’s inside your head?
Sad boy, angry boy, always seeing red.
Sad boy mother’s joy had to end up dead
It went into his head
An angry voice, a fearful cry
He heard all that was said
He knew that soon he’d hear the sound
Of a hand upon a face
Then his turn would come around
To be put back n his place
Sad boy, mother’s joy, what’s inside your head?
Sad boy, mother’s joy, crying in your bed
His father gone, his mother tired
He roamed the streets all day
He never joined the simple games
That other children played
At school he fought with everyone
Just because he could
His teachers said he’d never learn
He wasn’t any good.
Sad boy, angry boy, what’s inside your head?
Sad boy, angry boy, always seeing red.
What good could happen was going to happen
In a dark Street that night
When the beer was talking to him and
His fists were clenched to fight
In his pocket was the blade
He’d bought when full of hate
We waved it at another man
And that’s what sealed his fate
Sad boy, angry boy, what’s inside your head?
Sad boy, angry boy, always seeing red.
Sad boy mother’s joy had to end up dead
alackbass
Great story telling in a song. I really like the simple and direct chorus. Nice Dire Straits vibe. Clean mix!