TS@aW #20: A Rising

Nearly back on track after the recent up-the-walls-ness.  Here’s another mammoth lyric with some vocal harmonies and a guitar with really, really new strings…


A Rising
Here she comes,
Here she comes
Arriving
Surprising
A Rising
Panic expanding
Blooming
Excellent fear,
Sweat and despair,
Knotted inside
Tangled and blind,
Twisted & shy
Tortured but fine
On the outside
Cool, calm, collected & smiling.

Desperate times,
Desperate times,
The nerves twitch
Extra time,
Extra time,
Everything wide,
Cute hoors in sight,
No scoring tonight,
Confused by the rush,
Closed door is flush
To the wall my eyeline
Nothing is right
All in good time
All in good time,
Bent by the weight
Of the past and
What might be?
What will be my lines?

It’s not fair,
It’s not fair,
It’s not fair,
When I cannot see your face no more
I’ll not be on this earth.

Plenty of fish,
Plenty of fish,
In the sea,
Flea in your ear,
Stung by a jeer,
A boor with a shot glass
Of seasonal cheer,
Plenty more here
Where that came from.
Having the craic
Ignoring the quieter
Voices inside
Reminding you why
You fell on your arse
Star struck and worse
Dreams are for fools
Romantics and chancers,
Look at you now,
You shortstopped fool on a pin,
Sprawling and filleted
Flounders and flipped
Wigged out and thick,
Blood boiled and whipped
Up for the jaunt,
Slapped up and taunting
The difference engine
That decodes your message
A cry to the darkness
A plea for a sentence
A denial of love
A line drawn through hope
A furious anger
A cold, hard pain piercing
A world on a fish hook,
An eye for the black book
A change in the weather
A course fit for feathering
Nests of the memory.
Burnt by the remaining
Slivers of hope
From a dark horse
On a tightrope.

It’s not fair,
It’s not fair,
It’s not fair,
When I cannot see your face no more
I’ll not be on this earth.

Look at you now
The fool flying
Hard diving
King of the lowdown
Not knowing
All seeing
Everything change,
Thoughts rearranged
Panic at disco
Beat that you fit to,
Vastly unwinding
Spring turns to summer
Falls flat on its face
Caused by too much tequila
Getting the knack now,
Nothing like practice
To improve your chances
Nothing to prove
And nowhere to hide
Nowhere to go to
No thoughts to think
Just drown them in drink
And a nod and a wink
Hammer and nail,
And tongues of all order
Make sense of the random,
Banish the stammer.

A Memory
A Memory,
A sudden drop
Quickly followed by a short stop
Surprising
Defining
But lost shape on the landing
United
Divided
Excited
Delighted
Enlightened
And frightened.

Cover me now,
Cover me now,
An old joke
Flying the nest,
Five of the best
Minutes to gather my thoughts
Before rest,
Bed gravity pulls and I
Need no distress
I am electing to
Find my own way
Make my own mistakes,
Find my own two feet
And not accept defeat
This is my choice
This is my voice
This is my wound
This is my fault
This is my loop
This is my line
This is A Rising
This is A Rising
This is A Rising

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