threesixfour: (autumn)
threesixfour ([personal profile] threesixfour) wrote2013-03-17 02:04 am

David Ford: To hell with the world





Tired faces scream from their bright magazines,
Got their fingernails clamped to the page,
With a look of the born to be painfully ordinary gods of a desperate age

There's no stories to tell, but there's a spokesperson yelling
At a volume to drown out your voice,
Saying "justice be done, there's a change gonna come,
But in secret and you won't get a choice."

So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl,
You''ve been crazy to stay by my side,
So let's stand and let's sing, and there are beautiful things
If you know the places they hide

And the band's playing tunes that mean nothing to you,
But you can dance better with the devil you know
All along I was taught to keep my head above the water,
But I might just prefer it below
Yes, and maybe the greatest of heroes
Inhabit the stories that nobody hears,
Yes, and maybe these songs that could''ve brought you to life
Weren''t allowed to come close to your ears

So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl,
You''ve been crazy to stay by my side,
So let's stand and let's sing, and there are beautiful things
If you know the places they hide

And they'll hide from you darling, they will
Far away from the changing regimes
There's a light, there's a right, tonight isn''t as dark as it seems

So when victory comes at too heavy a price,
Well, there's honor in choosing defeat
Like the boy who was given the keys to the world
And decided to sleep in the street

So to hell with the world, oh, I still love you my girl,
You've been crazy to stay by my side,
So let's stand and let's sing, and there are these beautiful things
If you know the places they hide...