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Stranger In The Mirror

November 10, 2008 19:39 by Me

This is probably shite, but I recorded a version of this song the other night.  Maybe if I can listen to the song and not find something wrong with it I'll post the mp3 sometime.

Anyway, here are the words:

I see him staring at me, Who is this guy?
I see him every day, no matter how hard I try.
I hide all reflectors, I try and stay away
Cover up that stranger... Make him go away

His hair's a mess, his beard is long. I try and stare him out.
Make him go away, a silent scream and shout.
His arms are cut and red, his shirt is stained
And all the joy and love and the life is drained.

Cos I don't know the man I see in the mirror
His face has changed, his eyes are cold, and he's looking older.
I knew the one before.  The happy, smiling guy.
But I hear he's gone

I asked him to tell me what it is I should do.
But he's no fuckin' use to no one, he has no fuckin clue.
I hear him laughing at me, as I walk away.
I hear them laughing at me, every fucking day.

Cos I don't know the man I see in the mirror
His face has changed, his eyes are cold, and he's looking older.
I used to know the one before.  The happy, smiling one.
But I hear he's gone far far away.


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Depression In The Morning...

September 12, 2008 15:38 by Me

The few seconds of happiness before reality wakes up.
BBC saying it's time to go.
The invisible fight to get out of bed.  On your way and on the road.
The musical tears streaming down. 
Fuckin cyclists. 
Need to wipe them away, work to be done. 

Part of the machine, write down your feelings. 
For who, you don't know.  Who gives a fuck.  For you.
Bluff along, wasting time.  Wasting money.
Wasting Booze.  Wasting Booze?

Hearing the minor fall, and the major lift.
Comfort in melancholy.
Self Loathing in England. Pathetic childish acts. 
Wanting to be deep, complex and misunderstood.
Failing and being a fucking fraud, a joker...the Sad fuckin' clown.

Back to the bitterness, listen to the hard luck. 
Wanting to help, feeling fucking useless for being useless.
One day...it'll be better.  I'll be better.  The eternal blackness turns to white.
The short trip, the long sleep. 

HALLELUJAH!!!


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