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So there's this great band from Griffin Georgia from all places that i've known about for a while called Pain. Since the pain clinic (no relation to the aforementioned band) is a bunch of incompetent bastards, i haven't had my sleep pills for a week or so. As another plus, today was patch day, i went to the fridge to get one. i found myself... patch-less. They were just delivered, so i'm on the right route, but i can't sleep yet because my freaking back feels like one big knot. Anyhoo, this isn't to bitch, this is to enlighten. i'd decided to get some music, since i hadn't done so in a looong time, and set about finding the ever elusive songs of Pain (not the German industrial band, the southern us ska band). i found the following song by them and i liked it the first time. Then i listened to it again. And again. It's an interesting way to write a metaphorical love song (if that's what you think it is, which it could possibly not be) and one that's highly appropriate to certain aspects of people i know right now, most of it non lovey. And now i share it.
You drew me from this stone,
You pulled me out and up
And now, I'm yours to wield
But please don't use me for your hate,
or you'll cause me to break
See a lake-lady take me away
Don't fear the hands of men,
I'll swing and steal their skin and their blood.
Just keep your hand on the hilt
When you are cold let my gleam keep you warm.
It's a gleam that's reflected
From strength inside you
Round table time again
Confer with your secret selves,
Your heart is in search of grails,
Grails I can't give to you,
No sword can help you to.
Cut Guinevere-like desires away,
When you want more than a crown,
When you want a sword that sings
I'm wrapped up in a shroud
And tucked into a box
But my edge is getting dull
And my polish growing thin
When you want more than a crown,
When you want a sword that sings
I'm wrapped up in a shroud
And tucked into a box
But my edge is getting dull
And my polish growing thin
For me there is no war to win
And though I felt good in your hands
And though I understand
See a lake-lady take me away...
The name of the song, is appropriately, Excalibur.
If you want to hear it, leave a comment and i'll email it to you, since their stuff is madd hard to find (at least as far as i've come across). But that's about it. i like the song.
-shrug-
-fic-
You drew me from this stone,
You pulled me out and up
And now, I'm yours to wield
But please don't use me for your hate,
or you'll cause me to break
See a lake-lady take me away
Don't fear the hands of men,
I'll swing and steal their skin and their blood.
Just keep your hand on the hilt
When you are cold let my gleam keep you warm.
It's a gleam that's reflected
From strength inside you
Round table time again
Confer with your secret selves,
Your heart is in search of grails,
Grails I can't give to you,
No sword can help you to.
Cut Guinevere-like desires away,
When you want more than a crown,
When you want a sword that sings
I'm wrapped up in a shroud
And tucked into a box
But my edge is getting dull
And my polish growing thin
When you want more than a crown,
When you want a sword that sings
I'm wrapped up in a shroud
And tucked into a box
But my edge is getting dull
And my polish growing thin
For me there is no war to win
And though I felt good in your hands
And though I understand
See a lake-lady take me away...
The name of the song, is appropriately, Excalibur.
If you want to hear it, leave a comment and i'll email it to you, since their stuff is madd hard to find (at least as far as i've come across). But that's about it. i like the song.
-shrug-
-fic-