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​A Song Without Words

This song is by Poor Bailey and appears on the album Pyrite & Gold (2006).

This old town breeds the blues
From the river to Rose Hill.
The lone tree's not so lonely
Even the clocks found time to kill.
The voices haunt the hallways
In crooning apparitions.
The floorboards sound as if
They were sick of being stepped on.
The mattress lies a nightmare
Waiting to happen.
And the porch is a nervous wreck,
Because that's where the last tenants left.
Never to return,
Not a nod of concern or regret.

Find time to celebrate,
You'll find time to grieve.
With imaginary friends,
Imaginary enemies.
Born to be let down,
Screaming out scream it loud.
I couldn't be more thankful
But I sure as hell ain't proud.
I'm sorry to say that I'm not sorry.
Well if hatred must be taught,
Well then love is a concept lost.
All hail to the nation
Raised by toys that talk.

You're starving for attention,
I'm thirsty for some time alone.
You ain't all that clever
But you're pretty good at playing dumb.
The bandwagon carries leaches
To the bottom of the pond.
Where they conjugate and wait
For their free ride to stardom.
Please stay seated 'til the next stop:
Mainstream U.S.A.
The leaches find a seat in the front,
While the sheep pile into the trunk.
But I ain't down with the herd,
I don't like leaches, they suck.
I ain't down with the herd,
I don't like leaches, they suck.

You're addicted to destruction,
A self-mutilating trend.
I am my own worst enemy,
I'm my own best friend.
I know where I'm going,
I'm just not sure where I am.
It's hot as hell in here
Still my computer's frozen.
I am calm, I am passive,
I'm pretending to be heard.
We can wait for the weather to change.
You take the wind,
I'll take the rain.
You read to find an answer,
I write to find a way.
Yeah you read to find an answer,
I write to find a way.

The space between you and me,
Over land over sea.
I'm just a phone call away,
You're impossible to reach.
I wish I was gay,
You wish you were straight.
I can't tell you what to love,
But ask me what to hate
And I'll tell you a little story
In a song without words.
You love living your life on the edge,
The excitement bores me to death.
You're a riddle to solve,
I'm a joke that you don't get.
Yeah you are a riddle to solve,
I'm a joke that you don't get.

Your lips taste of poison,
Of moments in motion.
Of blood stained lust
And pathetic obsession.
I'll die to warm the roots
And save the other leaves.
And fall to realize
That everyone's following me.
And I'm wandering around, aimlessly.
I'll try my worst to do my best,
My plans to fail were a success.
I remind you to remember,
You remind me to forget.
I remind you to remember,
You remind me to forget.

I'll live in between the lines
Next to the blood red margin.
Like a road leading me
To some unknown destination.
Where it all goes
Maybe I'll never know.
But we're all growing up yeah,
We're all getting old.
And if you want to see time fly,
You better open your eyes.
Because the higher you climb,
The further you fall.
And where we'll end up only time will tell.
But I'd rather be the feather that flew
Than the stone that once fell.
Yeah I'd rather be the feather that flew
Than the stone that once fell.