Week 50: Far flung ferociously forlorn

A song about the voices in my head that shout me down – the constant babble of criticism. Like some computer virus that infected my brain somewhere way back. I’m working on the antivirus. This song is part of the work.


50 Far flung ferociously forlorn
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Lyrics:
Today I need every little thing to float away
This noise to fall to little whispers fade away
Just need to live this lonely day alone
With no if I had, then maybe I’d’ve
Been a better man and then I might’ve
Found the love and held it tight and
Never strayed so far from my home.

That thing you said that made me feel like I was sinking
Was it revenge for what I said when I wasn’t thinking?
And now we both feel that much more alone.
And if I hadn’t maybe I’d’ve
Been a better man and then I might’ve
Found the love and held it tight and
Never strayed so far from my home.

Far flung ferociously forlorn.
These feelings from the void are torn.
And in between the dark and dawn.
I hang round waiting to be born.

That thought I had that pulled me down and held me under.
Whose voice inside of me, who put it there I wonder?
A never-ending stream of don’ts and nos.
And if I hadn’t maybe I’d’ve
Been a better man and then I might’ve
Found the love and held it tight and
Never strayed so far from my home.

Talking to myself all day.
Fighting through the things I say.
Dreaming of a cool, clear day with
Thoughts that dangle in the air and gently float away.

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