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The 29th Chapter - Short Stories (featuring Rhoda) The 29th Chapter - Short Stories (featuring Rhoda) |
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When you lay your head tonight is anybody singing you a lullaby
Is anyone saying, ‘it will be all right’, alone in your bed tonight
No doubt in this life, we’re living quite a long way from paradise
Sometimes it just aint right, alone in your head tonight.
Navigator:
Experiences in your childhood that seem to stick with you
You wish to, wipe from your brain like a stain with a tissue
But they infect, you with a scar and effect who you are
Like Louise stumbling home after getting wrecked at the bar
She’s a single white female, addicted to retail
‘Cause those clothes hold her close when she’s alone feeling she’s failed
She’s got friends, a good job and a brand new Fiesta
She’s getting ready to buy a flat, she’s a darn good investor
But there’s a pain in her heart and she’s desperate for meaning
So she drowns the sound in pints till she’s left with no feeling
In the morning she awakes to regrets with no healing,
It seems there’s no options even death seems appealing
There’s a man on the street shouting out “Jesus, He cares”
Louise passes by with her Ipod speakers in ears
If only her parents weren’t so busy when she was younger
They would have known her older cousin took her virginity from her.
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Phonetix:
This kid never started out bad it was all good
10 years top of the class doing all that he should
Loving parents caring for him and treating him well
No one ever thought he’d be the type of kid who’d rebel
But somehow he fell through and when he hit 16
He’s quit his football team so he can roll with his crew
His parents disappointed said they didn’t know him no more
And on more than one occasion they kicked him out of their door
Now he’s sporting Timb boots, and Avirex track suits
Feeling G’d up, he’s just completed the game bullet-proof
He’s holding guns now for his crew, planning them armed raids
And he can hear his dad shouting like he always does these days,
His moms screaming as well, telling him he’s going to hell
He can feel his anger rising like the wind in a sail
He feels cold as the blood rushes to the top of his head
He pulls his gun……….and now his parents are dead.
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McGladius:
He sits in front of the screen, multiple clicks lead him astray
Stumbles upon morbid pages, his conscience loses its way
Into an underworld of hidden evil with unknowable depths
Innocent smile of a child, that’s defiled and steals breath
Choice has left him, something else moves from within
Eyes the lamp of the body, and darkness is flooding in
Takes a walk in the street to try and clear his head
Suddenly there’s a greed, for this dark need, to be fed
He sees an open door, she sits playing with her toys
Unspeakable malice; the child no longer makes a noise
Dead silence. It’s as if he’s waking up from a terrible dream
Blood trickles from his fingers he knows this moment is real
He didn’t cease the moment. So the moment seized him.
Opened himself for just a moment, and evil fenced him in
No previous record. No suspicion. No past conviction.
A normal man lies awake, facing 100 years of prison |
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