Forever Resigned to Watching You Cry

About Love icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 07 from the Happy However After LP by Kindo icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

The Reign of Kindo's "Happy However After" album cover. [Formatted]


Why can’t I sing a song about love?

To sing about something I know nothing of:
A kiss on the cheek
A touch of the hand
My knees feeling weak
My heart feeling grand

Why can’t I sing a song about love?

Perhaps I’m a dreamer that doesn’t wake up
I’m soaring through skies in a red paper cup
And I’m falling through trees with pillows for leaves
I might fall but I won’t skin my knees

And if I proclaim all the love that I have found perhaps I am frightened that it won’t stick around
But if I take courage and expose my heart, there’s nothing to keep us apart

Why can’t I sing..?

When our love is on the line, will my heart fall behind?
Forever resigned to watching you cry
I’d rather it be you than I

That’s why I can’t sing a song about love

Perhaps I’m a dreamer that doesn’t wake up
I’m soaring through skies in a red paper cup
And I’m falling through trees with pillows for leaves
I might fall but I won’t skin my knees

The People Who Have Crippled You, You Want to See them Burn

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The Cardigans' "Life" album cover. [Formatted]

You have seen life through distorted eyes, you know you had to learn
The execution of your mind, you really had to turn
The race is run, the book is read, the end begins to show
The truth is out, the lies are old, but you don’t want to know

Nobody would ever let you know when you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you’re on your own and fill your head all full of lies

The people who have crippled you, you want to see them burn
The gates of life have closed on you, there is just no return

Nobody would ever let you know when you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you’re on your own and fill your head all full of lies

On and On

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On your maypole green, see the winding Morris-men
Angry Alfie, Bill and Ken—waving hankies, sticks and books
And there, all the earthen roofs

Standing at the crease, the batsman takes a look around
The boys are fielding on home ground
And there, the steeple is sharp against the blue

When I think of you, Sam and Andy, Jack and John, Charlie, Martin, Jamie, Ron, Harry, Stephen, Will and Don, Matthew, Michael…
On and on

We will remember them

Time has slipped away
The Summer sky to Autumn yields a haze of smoke across the fields
Let us sup and fight another round
And there, we walk the stubbled ground

When November brings the poppies on Remembrance Day
When the vicar comes to say, “May God bless them everyone, lest we forget our sons”

We will remember them

Trying to Find a Woman Who Has Never Been Born

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Led Zeppelin's "IV" album cover. [Formatted]

I spent my days with a woman unkind
She smoked my stuff and drank all my wine
Made up my mind to make a new start
Going to California with an aching in my heart
Someone told me there is a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair

Took my chances on a big jet plane
Never let them tell you that they’re all the same
The sea was red and the sky was grey—I wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake, and the children of the sun began to wake

Seems that the wrath of the Gods got a punch on the nose and it started to flow—I think I might be sinking
Throw me a line, if I reach it in time I’ll meet you up there where the path runs straight and high

To find a queen without a king, they say she plays guitar and cries and sings
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn, I’m trying to find a woman who has never been born
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams and telling myself it’s not as hard as it seems