Bad Blood

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  • Publiceret: 9 okt. 2014
  • Opdateret: 9 okt. 2014
  • Status: Færdig
Overgangen fra sommer til efterår har en helt speciel vibe, som man ikke kan lade være med at blive inspireret til at skrive af. Af denne motivation, er der sprunget tekster om kærlighed, familie og endda grådighed ud. Disse tekster bør nydes med en kop varm mælk og en oreo, og en absolut stilhed i sine omgivelser.

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4. Sorrow Hill

Sorrow Hill

My mother works her back to dust
My father talks til his mouth rusts
And all the while I sit on my hill
Writing songs about love and thrill

But never
Never before coming of age
Has my hill been growing bushes of thorns
And ever
Ever as happy as they said
I should be for my future was not stillborn
Like theirs
Salty tears

Sorrow hill, where I sit still
The rain is tears, the sun's the moon
I cannot help, but to whelp
For their lives unlike mine was so cruel

So weird that grass so green
Can turn to black, oh so mean
And a sky so heavenly blue
Can turn to such doom and gloom

It's always been this way
Only, I first saw it today
My parents hid the misery
Of the world in eternal haze

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