volksdragon: (Default)
Floating down through the clouds, memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens and in the corner of some foreign field,
I had a dream. I had a dream.
Good-bye Max, Good-bye Ma.
After the service when you're walking slowly to the car,
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell, and touch the silk in your lapel.
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand, and hold on to the dream.
A place to stay, enough to eat.
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears
And what's more, no one ever disappears.
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no one kills the children anymore.
And no one kills the children anymore.

Night after night, going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field the gunner sleeps tonight.
What's done is done.
We cannot just write off his final scene.
Take heed of his dream.
Take heed.
volksdragon: (ME)
I had an... "experience" this weekend. Widget and I visited [livejournal.com profile] whuffle's parents in Brookline (we go WAY back) this weekend, as they love seeing Widget, and I can talk cars and music with Whuffle's Dad.
this got kinda long )

Wow, this rambled. Summary? I saw some girls. I wished I could be like them.


volksdragon: (Default)

April 2017

16 171819202122


RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 23rd, 2017 07:30 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios