Avago Earo
Banned
I recorded this song in 2009. It's called 'Crisis'. All the news broadcasters were calling the recession a 'crisis'.
Because I'm feeling low, I've decided to share this song. My hurt is no bigger or smaller than anyone else's. I'm going to write the lyrics here, because I know the sound won't be in everyone's taste, so, you don't have to hear it if it's not your thing, musically
Crisis
Picture, if you will, a circus made of stone
The rhyming slang of muted lips in an orchestra of bones.
Imagine, if you can, every grain of sand
The turbulence of days ahead is there within your hands.
Crisis.
Now, do you understand; can you show me how
If money makes the world go round, then where's it heading now?
And can you calculate the current interest rate
Of mortgages for war machines or food upon our plates?
Crisis
Tsunami's on its way, the tide is coming in
So when you surf the internet; you better learn to swim
The atmosphere's so close, above the storm clouds loom
Rolls of thunder from afar, you better shelter soon
Crisis
Imagine, if you dare, soldiers on the street
And Downing Street is up in flames,
Dead bodies at your feet
Threw caution to the wind, pretended you were blind
But one day, this catastrophe may not be in your mind
Crisis.
https://soundcloud.com/geoffcattle/03-01-crisis
Because I'm feeling low, I've decided to share this song. My hurt is no bigger or smaller than anyone else's. I'm going to write the lyrics here, because I know the sound won't be in everyone's taste, so, you don't have to hear it if it's not your thing, musically
Crisis
Picture, if you will, a circus made of stone
The rhyming slang of muted lips in an orchestra of bones.
Imagine, if you can, every grain of sand
The turbulence of days ahead is there within your hands.
Crisis.
Now, do you understand; can you show me how
If money makes the world go round, then where's it heading now?
And can you calculate the current interest rate
Of mortgages for war machines or food upon our plates?
Crisis
Tsunami's on its way, the tide is coming in
So when you surf the internet; you better learn to swim
The atmosphere's so close, above the storm clouds loom
Rolls of thunder from afar, you better shelter soon
Crisis
Imagine, if you dare, soldiers on the street
And Downing Street is up in flames,
Dead bodies at your feet
Threw caution to the wind, pretended you were blind
But one day, this catastrophe may not be in your mind
Crisis.
https://soundcloud.com/geoffcattle/03-01-crisis
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