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A song about the fall of empires
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Falling Down (Based on The Zahir by Jorge Louis Borges)
I’m staring at black birds wearing out a grey sky
Clawing at smokestacks burnt-out and bone dry
Looking at a night owl coughing up a lungful
Of nothing but pitch black blood from a blind fool
Crows in the cobwebs, bats in the belfries
Moss covered monks with fingers like alleyways
Praying like pagans with one last word
A dead tongue clicking in a silent herd
And it’s falling down; this gothic town’s got
Bell tower dreams and black stone beams
But it’s falling down, falling down
Ringing like a wind chime hanging in a bell tower
Chiming at midnight, the perfumed hour
Candle wax cracks on a cold stone floor
Yellows with age in moonlight evermore
At Aurora’s Gate, where dreamers dwell
Mammon and the Philistines bathed in oil
As a piper danced and Icarus flew
Safe as the moonlight waxed black feather blue
And it’s falling down…
As Eden lay in darkness and Adam in his blindness
Fell for Eve and suffered for her kindness
Ate a fallen apple he should have declined
His small fall from grace; a giant fall for mankind
And the worm that gnaws at your shoulder blade
Where angel’s wings are torn and frayed
Into ragged imp’s and Hell’s bell rings
For another Bible stolen on a raven’s wings
And it’s falling down…
Where a good deed lies like a mortal sin
Redeemed at the very last breath of man
Justified by a line of scars
In the face of geometry and the stars
In the underground of a nameless city
Where a bloodhound bayed and growled at pity
On ill-tempered chains tethered to the dawn
At first sign of light they all woke reborn
And it’s falling down…
© Falling Down words & music by Tom Fairnie September 27th 2004
I’m staring at black birds wearing out a grey sky
Clawing at smokestacks burnt-out and bone dry
Looking at a night owl coughing up a lungful
Of nothing but pitch black blood from a blind fool
Crows in the cobwebs, bats in the belfries
Moss covered monks with fingers like alleyways
Praying like pagans with one last word
A dead tongue clicking in a silent herd
And it’s falling down; this gothic town’s got
Bell tower dreams and black stone beams
But it’s falling down, falling down
Ringing like a wind chime hanging in a bell tower
Chiming at midnight, the perfumed hour
Candle wax cracks on a cold stone floor
Yellows with age in moonlight evermore
At Aurora’s Gate, where dreamers dwell
Mammon and the Philistines bathed in oil
As a piper danced and Icarus flew
Safe as the moonlight waxed black feather blue
And it’s falling down…
As Eden lay in darkness and Adam in his blindness
Fell for Eve and suffered for her kindness
Ate a fallen apple he should have declined
His small fall from grace; a giant fall for mankind
And the worm that gnaws at your shoulder blade
Where angel’s wings are torn and frayed
Into ragged imp’s and Hell’s bell rings
For another Bible stolen on a raven’s wings
And it’s falling down…
Where a good deed lies like a mortal sin
Redeemed at the very last breath of man
Justified by a line of scars
In the face of geometry and the stars
In the underground of a nameless city
Where a bloodhound bayed and growled at pity
On ill-tempered chains tethered to the dawn
At first sign of light they all woke reborn
And it’s falling down…
© Falling Down words & music by Tom Fairnie September 27th 2004
alackbass
This is excellent! Well written and well performed. The production and mix are pro. Great to here from you again.