So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned..........As you grow up and leave the playground Where you kissed your prince and found your frog Remember the jester that showed you tears, The script for tears....... There's a point in your life, you got to reach and when you do, you know it, and now I'm here,If I held out my heart and offered my hand would you take it, if I showed you the stars would you follow, let me show you the way to the thirteenth star.

I follow the thirteenth star.

"...there are times when Fish produces moments of such magic that you realize that only a veteran would know how to deliver such a moving experience after all these years." (Britsound)

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The Story So Far :

lørdag 12. juni 2010

Fish "Slainte Mhath"

A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm
Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu
And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far
This is the story so far
Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in margins
You scrawl out your poems across a beermat or two
And when you declare the point of grave creation
They turn round and you to tell them the story so far
This is the story so far

And you listen with a tear in you eye
To their hopes and betrayals and your only reply
Is Slainte Mhath

Princes in exile raising the standard Drambuie
Parading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns
Holding their own last orders commanding attention
We sit here and listen to all of the story so far
This is the story so far

Take it away, take it away, take it away
Take me away, take me away, take me away

From the dream on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bilston Glen
From a Clydeside that rusts from the tears of its broken men
From the realisation that we've been left behind
Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line

Waiting on the whistle to blow
We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow
They promised us miracles, and the whistle still blows
Broken promises but the whistle still blows
Waiting on the whistle to blow
We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow

1 kommentar:

  1. Sikkert godt å fått levert ja!:) Blei sikkert godt motatt her i Trondheim.
    Gleda mej litt til å starte på nytt med blanke ark ej no altså. Kjenne ej e metta og 5 år i Trondheim e nok, Vore jævlig vanskelig å fått bra jobb og stabil jobb, berre vore vikar her og der og tilkalling her og der blir sprø snart hehe..(He sikkert blitt det litt allereide;p)

    Det ej va glad over for litt sida va at ej forbedra en eksamen og fekk god karakter som ej ikkje trudde ej kom til å få så det var über svært:):)

    Trur ikkje den gruppa der e heilt min type musikk, kjenne ej blir rstlaus når ej høre på den hehe..

    Ha ei god helg:)