History: It will kill you E-Book

Steve Price

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

History: It will kill you. Is a look back at events in my life and events in the world. This is the final book in this series. I write lyrics to release the tensions in my life and to overcome the monotony of everyday life. The lyrics are my own personal opinions and are not in any way there to influence the thinking of anyone.

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Steve Price

History: It will kill you

To the darker side of nightBookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 Munich

Because of you

I live on my own through circumstance,

Not my choice,

Just been dealt this hand,

Still your picture hangs upon my bedroom wall,

The roads that have led me here,

Were never straight and never clear,

Still I would never change this path at all,

Because of you, (I’m alive)

Because of you, (the fire burns inside)

Because of you,

It’s all because of you,

Without your love,

What would I be?

A torn out page of history,

Your picture hangs on my bedroom wall,

Without your heart,

How could I care?

My spirit dark like polluted air,

Your love has changed everything and all

CHORUS

I live on my own through circumstance,

Not my choice,

Just been dealt this hand,

Still your picture hangs upon my bedroom wall,

The roads that have led me here,

Were never straight and never clear,

Still I would never change this path at all,

CHORUS

Born out of despair

Born in the death of Kennedy,

Born in the heat of a deep freeze,

Born to a man, a heartless son,

Born to be what he’s become,

Born to be me,

April, early morn,

Cries rang out of a child born,

The looks that looked were a woman scorned,

The looks were aimed at he,

Less was more,

More was less,

The door was open,

So he upped and left,

The dew was falling,

And the grass was wet,

And the grass was evergreen,

CHORUS

At the age of five,

The road was wide,

The grass was greener on the other side,

He never made it and nearly died,

That’s what they all believed,

Then the monster came,

Into his room,

The bruises rained,

The cries played a tune,

Suicide with the voice of doom,

The only voice of release,

CHORUS

Adulthood, nothing changed,

Until the sound of an angel came,

A different look,

But all else the same,

But music to be free,

Lost a life,

Lost a child,

The fires raged,

The fields were wild,

Nothing soothed,

Until he saw that smile,

Until the chains were all released,

Charlies words

Charlie, do you remember the day?

When your family, hung on the words,

You would say,

When your girls would paint that old town red?

Charlie,

Do you remember the words?

That you used but were never heard,

When that young Texan night was blurred,

Do you remember the words you would say?

Helter skelter a and a new age dream,

Revolution was all you seek,

The unwashed and the uncleaned,

Do you remember the words you would say?

Rot in hell, rot in life,

You took a child, you took a life,

The country you loved paid the price,

On the words you would say,

The cross you carved upon your head,

Was the constant reminder of the living dead?

The life you lived has been often said,

Was your mother’s dream?

From the hills of Kentucky,

To the valley of death,

From the songs they sang,

And the music that you read,

To the boys on the beach,

Whose words you gave,

To the souls you took,