If I should fall from grace with god

Where no doctor can relieve me

If I'm buried 'neath the sod

But the angels won't receive me



Let me go boys

Let me go boys

Let me go down in the mud

Where the rivers all run dry



The Pogues if i should fall from the grace of god

"If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next" Manic Street preachers



The future teaches you to be alone

The present to be afraid and cold

So if I can shoot rabbits

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Is that aimed at Paolo Di Canio ?

I have my rifle ready

Waste of a bullet.

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1930 By The Gaslight Anthem - All about Brian Fallon dealing with his nan's dimentia, something I have to deal with with my grandad



"And if I recall the last thing you said to me,

before it broke up.

Before it took you from me.

You said I love you more than the stars in the sky,

but your name just escapes me tonight."



Every time they play it live it kills me.

The willow it weeps today

A breeze from the distance is calling your name

Unfurl your black wings and wait

Across the horizon it's coming to sweep you away

It's coming to sweep you away



[Chorus

Let the wind carry you home

Blackbird fly away

May you never be broken again



The fragile cannot endure

The wrecked and the jaded a place so impure

The static of this cruel world

Cause some birds to fly long before they've seen their day

Long before they've seen their day



[Chorus

Let the wind carry you home

Blackbird fly away

May you never be broken again



Beyond the suffering you've known

I hope you find your way

May you never be broken again



Ascend may you find no resistance

Know that you made such a difference

All you leave behind will live to the end

The cycle of suffering goes on

But memories of you stay strong

Someday I too will fly and find you again



[Chorus

Let the wind carry you home

Blackbird fly away

May you never be broken again



Beyond the suffering you've known

I hope you find your way

May you never be broken again

May you never be broken again



Blackbird by Alter Bridge.



Always gets me when I go see them!

And it starts, sometime around midnight.

Or at least that’s when you lose yourself

for a minute or two.

As you stand, under the bar lights.

And the band plays some song

about forgetting yourself for a while.

And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile.

And that white dress she’s wearing

you haven’t seen her for a while.



But you know, that she’s watching.

She’s laughing, she’s turning.

She’s holding her tonic like a cross.

The room’s suddenly spinning.

She walks up and asks how you are.

So you can smell her perfume.

You can see her lying naked in your arms.



And so there’s a change, in your emotions.

And all these memories come rushing

like feral waves to your mind.

Of the curl of your bodies,

like two perfect circles entwined.

And you feel hopeless and homeless

and lost in the haze of the wine.



Then she leaves, with someone you don’t know.

But she makes sure you saw her.

She looks right at you and bolts.

As she walks out the door,

your blood boiling

your stomach in ropes.

Oh and when your friends say,

“What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”



Then you walk, under the streetlights.

And you’re too drunk to notice,

that everyone is staring at you.

You just don’t care what you look like,

the world is falling around you.



You just have to see her.

You just have to see her.

You just have to see her.

You just have to see her.

You just have to see her.

You know that she’ll break you in two.



The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime around midnight

They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,

With political connections to spread his wealth around.

Born into society, a banker's only child,

He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.



But I work in his factory

And I curse the life I'm living

And I curse my poverty

And I wish that I could be,

Oh, I wish that I could be,

Oh, I wish that I could be

Richard Cory.



The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:

Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.

And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!

Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.



But I work in his factory

And I curse the life I'm living

And I curse my poverty

And I wish that I could be,

Oh, I wish that I could be,

Oh, I wish that I could be

Richard Cory.



He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,

And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,

So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:

"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."



But I work in his factory

And I curse the life I'm living

And I curse my poverty

And I wish that I could be,

Oh, I wish that I could be,

Oh, I wish that I could be

Richard Cory.



Richard Cory - Simon and Garfunkel

I'll take a quiet life

a handshake and Carbon monoxide

They're justified, and they're ancient

And they drive an ice cream van