[Verse 1]
Another spring Campaign awaits.
Peace is strung, we could not save her.
We have full quivers again. Aim!
over our breakfast table.
[Verse 2]
Pawns and knights ignore restrictions
and charges across the board. With
lowered lances dipped in diction:
A potion of spit and abhor.
[Chorus]
I thought we were past this,
but we’ve just been gathering arrows
and now in a phase of just hit or miss
where no hit is cutting too shallow
[Verse 3]
The moon swiftly crosses Bosworth’s
Field to waste away behind me.
Through porcelain dust I see you
prepare: teeth and blade unconcealed
[Bridge]
How far have we gone
to make us this ravage,
to make us this savage.
We should have withdrawn.
Not violently to
in anima chipping,
pneuma parting and ripping.
And yet I love you,
whatever you do.
Even as I stand here,
on porcelain dust,
dripping.
Shadows elongate
rushing and fusing
It is her veil lined
with ghosts and voices.
Whispers of distrust
suggest grudgers act.
Deceptively, so
intimate with fact.
Hera comes marching,
introduces us
to her cabinet
of mirrors and dust.
Worth of words differs,
with ‘along or opposed’.
Hers disintegrate,
ours are imposed.
Her inept mage,
-exposed, shakes his head,
while recovering
coin dropped on the stand.
Pointing spectator
swiftly simply falls.
Daggers are flashing
while redefining norms.
[Verse 1]
By Douglas River
I think I see you
on the other shore
a glimpse given
I need no more
[Chorus]
Hidden in the morning haze
Fast, these waters divide
Us from coming days
Until I am low in tide
[Verse 2]
Seeking a ford
although I know you’ll
slide away from My touch.
No ferry, no cord
no blades or such.
[Bridge]
No ferry, no cord
No pill, no ford
No fire striking
Lazy fxxx High King
no dragon’s touch
no blades or such
No smooth short cut
Before this window shut
[Verse 3]
And when I’m waist deep
In this dark water
towards this glimpse so rare
You are no longer there
[Verse 1]
Another spring Campaign awaits.
Peace is strung, we could not save her.
We have full quivers again. Aim!
over our breakfast table.
[Verse 2]
Pawns and knights ignore restrictions
and charges across the board. With
lowered lances dipped in diction:
A potion of spit and abhor.
[Chorus]
I thought we were past this,
but we’ve just been gathering arrows
and now in a phase of just hit or miss
where no hit is cutting too shallow
[Verse 3]
The moon swiftly crosses Bosworth’s
Field to waste away behind me.
Through porcelain dust I see you
prepare: teeth and blade unconcealed
[Bridge]
How far have we gone
to make us this ravage,
to make us this savage.
We should have withdrawn.
Not violently to
in anima chipping,
pneuma parting and ripping.
And yet I love you,
whatever you do.
Even as I stand here,
on porcelain dust,
dripping.
Shadows elongate
rushing and fusing
It is her veil lined
with ghosts and voices.
Whispers of distrust
suggest grudgers act.
Deceptively, so
intimate with fact.
Hera comes marching,
introduces us
to her cabinet
of mirrors and dust.
Worth of words differs,
with ‘along or opposed’.
Hers disintegrate,
ours are imposed.
Her inept mage,
-exposed, shakes his head,
while recovering
coin dropped on the stand.
Pointing spectator
swiftly simply falls.
Daggers are flashing
while redefining norms.
[Verse 1]
By Douglas River
I think I see you
on the other shore
a glimpse given
I need no more
[Chorus]
Hidden in the morning haze
Fast, these waters divide
Us from coming days
Until I am low in tide
[Verse 2]
Seeking a ford
although I know you’ll
slide away from My touch.
No ferry, no cord
no blades or such.
[Bridge]
No ferry, no cord
No pill, no ford
No fire striking
Lazy fxxx High King
no dragon’s touch
no blades or such
No smooth short cut
Before this window shut
[Verse 3]
And when I’m waist deep
In this dark water
towards this glimpse so rare
You are no longer there
[Verse 1]
Another spring Campaign awaits.
Peace is strung, we could not save her.
We have full quivers again. Aim!
over our breakfast table.
[Verse 2]
Pawns and knights ignore restrictions
and charges across the board. With
lowered lances dipped in diction:
A potion of spit and abhor.
[Chorus]
I thought we were past this,
but we’ve just been gathering arrows
and now in a phase of just hit or miss
where no hit is cutting too shallow
[Verse 3]
The moon swiftly crosses Bosworth’s
Field to waste away behind me.
Through porcelain dust I see you
prepare: teeth and blade unconcealed
[Bridge]
How far have we gone
to make us this ravage,
to make us this savage.
We should have withdrawn.
Not violently to
in anima chipping,
pneuma parting and ripping.
And yet I love you,
whatever you do.
Even as I stand here,
on porcelain dust,
dripping.
Shadows elongate
rushing and fusing
It is her veil lined
with ghosts and voices.
Whispers of distrust
suggest grudgers act.
Deceptively, so
intimate with fact.
Hera comes marching,
introduces us
to her cabinet
of mirrors and dust.
Worth of words differs,
with ‘along or opposed’.
Hers disintegrate,
ours are imposed.
Her inept mage,
-exposed, shakes his head,
while recovering
coin dropped on the stand.
Pointing spectator
swiftly simply falls.
Daggers are flashing
while redefining norms.
[Verse 1]
By Douglas River
I think I see you
on the other shore
a glimpse given
I need no more
[Chorus]
Hidden in the morning haze
Fast, these waters divide
Us from coming days
Until I am low in tide
[Verse 2]
Seeking a ford
although I know you’ll
slide away from My touch.
No ferry, no cord
no blades or such.
[Bridge]
No ferry, no cord
No pill, no ford
No fire striking
Lazy fxxx High King
no dragon’s touch
no blades or such
No smooth short cut
Before this window shut
[Verse 3]
And when I’m waist deep
In this dark water
towards this glimpse so rare
You are no longer there
While some prefer straightforward lyrics, my writing style leans towards utilizing imagery and extracting meaning from it. This occasionally results in somewhat more intricate lyrics.
I enjoy incorporating archaic imagery, metaphors, and symbolic objects into my work. Or the other way around.My inspiration comes from the natural world, myths, philosophy, and plain everyday events. Sometimes I use brutal or sharp images or expressions to make points or contrasts in the texts.
Various small bands, punk-rock, metal and country. One year creative writing class.
