On that day
On that day you'll be standing tall
Trying to be the maturest and strongest of them all
Those looks they give, mean only one thing
The life snuffed out before their soul could sing.
And on that day, where will you be?
In our mourning hearts and arms
Floating endlessly from city to city
just as long as you are far from harm.
On that day they'll try to decide who to blame
They'll list off lists, name names, a fascinating game
Who's at fault for the alteration of this once ideal family?
You, me, he, she? How about all of us, that makes us "We".
And on that day, where will you be?
In our mourning hearts and arms
Floating endlessly from city to city
Just as long as you are far from harm.
On that day, you will learn the secret and know
That grief ushers in that twisting orgasm called sorrow
And on that day, you will find the key to your door
On that day forth, your memory will start to blur.
And on that day, who will you be?
Long forgotten in our hearts and arms
Crashing endlessly from city to city
Just as long as you don't do any harm.
Trying to be the maturest and strongest of them all
Those looks they give, mean only one thing
The life snuffed out before their soul could sing.
And on that day, where will you be?
In our mourning hearts and arms
Floating endlessly from city to city
just as long as you are far from harm.
On that day they'll try to decide who to blame
They'll list off lists, name names, a fascinating game
Who's at fault for the alteration of this once ideal family?
You, me, he, she? How about all of us, that makes us "We".
And on that day, where will you be?
In our mourning hearts and arms
Floating endlessly from city to city
Just as long as you are far from harm.
On that day, you will learn the secret and know
That grief ushers in that twisting orgasm called sorrow
And on that day, you will find the key to your door
On that day forth, your memory will start to blur.
And on that day, who will you be?
Long forgotten in our hearts and arms
Crashing endlessly from city to city
Just as long as you don't do any harm.
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When i wrote this, i had the idea of a long lost melancholy B-side from Johnny Cash being discovered. It would entail a long lost lyric that had been scribbled onto a napkin, given hasty chords and tune on an acoustic guitar, then carelessly discarded in the "Man in black's" jacket pocket next to his cigarettes and pills.Another inspiration in part, was the one scene from Thomas Jane's "Punisher" feature film, where he is sitting idly in a diner, and a man looking a lot like Johnny Cash and Jerry Lewis, coming in, sitting down in front of our hero, and produces a guitar and song. i really liked how the meaning behind the song was mysterious, somber, edgy, and ultimately a death anthem for the protagonist. At the end of the song, the man says, "Did you like that song? I wrote it just for you."
So, taking those two elements, i comprised a lyric that would be played on a solitary acoustic guitar that would be strummed with fingers, not plucked or strummed with a pick.
I also envisioned the lyrics being sang in low, dull, monotone voice as well.
But as always, i have no idea if the end result meets the standards that i've set up for myself.
Either way, I had put this idea off long enough and hope the readers enjoy it.
Thanks.
Sammy Brutal