Song fragment roundup.
It's time for another lyric fragment dump, wherein I scribble down the bits of songs that are cluttering my brains, in the hopes that they'll either go away or grow up to be Real Songs Someday. So, here go:
'Hanging Tree':
Meet me in the shadow of the hanging tree,
Where the skeletons of mercy dangle still.
Love is like a shadow hanging over me;
I always say I won't. I always will.
And love is like the mountain,
And it doesn't care
That my stillborn heart beats naked in my hand.
Love is like the winter,
And it isn't fair...
But the hanging tree's been hurt. It understands.
See the pretty maidens in their summer gowns,
With hollyhocks and lillies in their hair.
Counting off the petals as they shower down --
He loves me not. He loves me. He'll be there.
And hope is like a promise
I can never keep,
A tangled maze of tragedy and blame.
I lay me down each night,
And still I never sleep,
But the hanging tree forgives me, all the same.
I think there's a bridge. I think it goes:
So lay me down where the tangled roots
Of the past hold tightly to the land;
I've been here before, I know the way.
So lay me down in the gentle arms
Of the only one who understands;
The hanging tree's the only love I've ever had
Who ever said that I could rest, that I could stay...
And then there is 'Madgirl's Lament':
Geneaologically speaking
I'm either going to save or destroy the world;
That's a whole lot to ask of a girl on the run.
Contrasting nature and nurture
The odds aren't entirely on my side;
Thing is, I'd rather not die for things that I've never done.
Oh, life was certainly less demanding
When I was slightly less understanding
Now cats and madmen persist in handing
Me things that just might kill us all!
Don't get me wrong here, I'm anti-ignorance,
But I'm a victim of pomp and circumstance,
There must be better methods to experience
Physics than in constant freefall!
It is very strange in my head right now.
'Hanging Tree':
Meet me in the shadow of the hanging tree,
Where the skeletons of mercy dangle still.
Love is like a shadow hanging over me;
I always say I won't. I always will.
And love is like the mountain,
And it doesn't care
That my stillborn heart beats naked in my hand.
Love is like the winter,
And it isn't fair...
But the hanging tree's been hurt. It understands.
See the pretty maidens in their summer gowns,
With hollyhocks and lillies in their hair.
Counting off the petals as they shower down --
He loves me not. He loves me. He'll be there.
And hope is like a promise
I can never keep,
A tangled maze of tragedy and blame.
I lay me down each night,
And still I never sleep,
But the hanging tree forgives me, all the same.
I think there's a bridge. I think it goes:
So lay me down where the tangled roots
Of the past hold tightly to the land;
I've been here before, I know the way.
So lay me down in the gentle arms
Of the only one who understands;
The hanging tree's the only love I've ever had
Who ever said that I could rest, that I could stay...
And then there is 'Madgirl's Lament':
Geneaologically speaking
I'm either going to save or destroy the world;
That's a whole lot to ask of a girl on the run.
Contrasting nature and nurture
The odds aren't entirely on my side;
Thing is, I'd rather not die for things that I've never done.
Oh, life was certainly less demanding
When I was slightly less understanding
Now cats and madmen persist in handing
Me things that just might kill us all!
Don't get me wrong here, I'm anti-ignorance,
But I'm a victim of pomp and circumstance,
There must be better methods to experience
Physics than in constant freefall!
It is very strange in my head right now.