The Little Things

(This one's for you, my friend)

Teardrops, jewel teardrops
A June ice-cream with a cherry on top
Blue sky thoroughfares and morning dew
This, my friend, is a song for you.

Emerald grass, sprigs and all
Sleeping to the sway of the giants tall
Windchime laughs, electric smile
Calls out to me from a million miles.

Its the little things that help me through
The little things that make you, you.

Worn-out letters, a brand new sigh
Hours on the phone, days of crying
And that little thing at the end you share
"When you come calling, I'll be there."

So just stay there, I know you care
I might be late but I'll be there
And when I land up at your door
I couldn't be happier, I couldn't want more.

Because its the little things so bright and blue
The little things that make you, you.

And in the night, when the stars shine bright
I'll sing this song to the moonlight
And I promise. your world will shine
Like a crazy diamond to this rhyme.

The little things I will sing to you
Its these little things that make you, you.

Mama

Mama, been a while since I cried
I have been busy learning to fight
This weary road and my bruised feet
I will come home to your love, my need.

To your love I will reply
Keeping silent, no tears to cry
So long since I slept in your arms
Your promise to save me from harm.

Mama, let this son shine bright
To cry for me, that is your right
Mama but I won’t let you cry
Cross my heart and hope to die.

Mama, see me through the night
And lead me to the breaking daylight
Its okay, it’s okay to cry.

A new city, a new life
A new road, a new fight
Keep me in your heart, don’t let me die
And Mama, please, please don’t cry.

Pray for me, give me redemption
I might have lost faith but I am your son
Your tears cleanse me, they purify
But Mama, I won’t make you cry.

Its okay, it’s okay to cry.

Starlight

Maybe this is how it should be
Broken hearts held together by memories
Clocks that tick, make me sick
And tell me, everything will be okay.

Am I losing faith too soon?
Should I not cry under the swollen moon?
I can fake being okay, to make you stay
If only I could make you stay.

Let life play its cards and win
The starlight will let us in
I look at you and the world stays still
Breathing softly, drifting away.

This war is not mine to fight
And these lies are not mine to tell
But these cracks get deeper in my shell
A construct to hide me well.

Your tears shall cleanse me
Your words will change me
Starlight, do not dim or fade
I will not bleed a darker shade.

Look at me and make my world go still
Fill me softly, help me heal.

About A Gun (Some Plain Ol' Madness)

Can you hear them, baby please
Those voices inside my head
Whispering the songs of the dead
Baby, not gonna hurt you, put down your keys.

C'mon, sit down, show me your weary smile
And mumble sweet-nothings into my ear
Don't worry about the gun I hold so near
Its been my friend for miles and years.

Its alright, hush, don't you cry
You can hear them too, just try hard
Growling, biting, glass shards
They do more than just sit and sigh.

And my gun keeps them away
Keeps me safe while I fray.

Do you love me? Of course, you do
Seep within me my love, and slowly cure
You're not the disease I'm sure
You're my remedy, my drug my blues.

And they, with their bows and ties
Social grace and spiteful lies
They can't kill us, they will run
Under the gaze of my constant gun.

My gun that keeps them away
Sings me songs while I fray.

Help me with this needle, my friend
Pop it into this purple vein
Fill me with life, wash away the stain
A stain that will stay until the end.

Clean up for me, I will care
Make you bleed and staunch your wounds
Scream your hate, they will be here soon
Crawl and slither from their lair.

But my gun will keep them away
Slowly break me and help me fray.

Is this poison ennui now my life?
Can you answer my questions without fear?
Will you fake your smiles, so cold and rare?
And live your life of hurt and strife?

Could you please put this gun in my mouth?
Don't shiver baby, curl your finger
It might hurt, don't let it linger
Set me free and make me proud.

My friend, my gun take me away
I am not afraid, just too tired to fray.
Just please, please, make this go away.

Staind- Believe

Staind's new single sounds a bit too similar to 'Right Here' for comfort. Also, doesn't have that great a hook but definitely has a more pronounced mood and ambiance. Should be cool if the album sticks to this mood...
Listen to the song at:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=GIbzf6d2-zU

Misery

Outstretched arms, a blade in hand
Scarred veins, bleeding into the sand
Bloodshot eyes, every tear well-spent
Cutting swift, hoping I will mend.

Is it a sin to feel so much pain?
Looking up, waiting for the absent rain?
Is it alright to feel this good?
Coughing blood the way I should?

Misery loves company, they say
And if misery loves you, then you will pay
A shiny silver coin equals hurt
If you pay well, it will hit in spurts.

So misery will you be my friend?
And my wounds, will you tend?
Splints and bandages, shrieks and sobs
And the voices baying like rampant mobs.

And television, will you heed my cries?
Whore my soul for your products and lies
I promise, I will be a good boy
Moulded in plastic, a brand new toy.

Sitting alone, shrouded in smoke
Spent ash, crushed cigarettes, crushed hopes
Loneliness, Emptiness, Pain, Solitude
No love, no courage, no fortitude.

Right, stop, here I whine again
Why love? When there's nothing to gain
I'm okay, hey, at least I tried my best
Alright, I lied, can we fuck the rest?

Shit happens man, just deal with it
Quit whining, move on, get on with it
And if you want to cry over the phone once more
She'll say, "Stop it! You're being a bore."

So, I'm sorry for being this redundant
And I'm sorry for not putting up a brave front
Well, its just that it hurts so much
And I'm afraid, with you, I'm losing touch.

So misery, be a good friend
Reach in, wrench it out, make it end
And throw my bleeding, pumping heart to the floor
Let the corpuscles flow out through the door.

And leave me dying, without a fight
Laughing in agony, 'coz it feels so right
And if they say yours is not a life well-spent
I'll tell them, "Well, misery was my friend."