Music
https://soundcloud.com/mathew-homberge
Lyrics
Melancholy Love Song
A fallen hair
A sharp pain
When it comforts your despair
It is here
There’s hot coffee shivering
People everywhere
And now I ask, is it me
Oh your face it shines
So comfortably
He’s got thoughts of home
Cause he’s jerky in pulse
No-one can condone
Through the door
There’s this salt water
And away they walk
Behind the slaughter
Oh your face is shining
So comfortably
So small and so old
Now it’s so clear, and there’s nothing to fear
Nothing more to expect
Writing my way
Turning around, seeing the ground
It’s all, Miles away
And now, I see what I can see
I’ve been seeing that there’s nothing
I’ve been feeling that there’s one thing
I have a weak heart
I have a pale hand
I am in a pale man
And now, I feel what I can feel
I’ve been seeing now
I’ve been feeling now
I’ve been dying now
I’ve been trying now
I am in a pale man, I have a weak heart, I have a pale hand
And now, I see what I can see
I’ve been seeing, that there’s nothing
I’ve been feeling, that there’s one thing
I am in a pale man, I have a weak heart, I have a pale hand
I hear no voice, I remind myself, I hear
No voice
I shock myself, I mean shock myself, and this
I can’t even say
They do me in, I do me in, I can’t hear what you mean to say
it’s a flash
Swimming with the treasures I never knew
I feel alright, I feel alright, I know what you mean
When you say that to me
Every time i’m hearing you
Bath me now, make me white, but don’t, prey like her
Can’t touch it, can’t say it, can’t see it, can’t hate it
Can’t hear what you mean to say it’s a flash
Lifting up and I’m shivering still, reeling in the ruins that i never knew
I feel alright, I feel alright, I know what you mean
When you say that to me
I feel alright now
I see what you say
Feel what you say
See what you mean to say
What you mean to say
What you mean to touch
Settle these things, settle my things
You know I never tired this easily
Or thought and fought so randomly
My things this time, my mother my bed
You know I never told you about, that story always troubled me
Dusting through those dusty shelves
Running round with gleaming eyes
Grieving over grown old man
And another man and a woman too
Doing things and doing more
And this man watched and troubled much
Grieving Feeling Failing still
Was it kept to diffuse, always anxious
You know I never tired this easily
Or thought and fought so randomly
Speaking as though settling things
You know I still am telling you
I cannot always think of it like that
Dustin through those dusty shelve
Running round with gleaming eyes
Grieving over grown old man
And another man and a woman too
Doing things and doing more
And this man watched and troubled much
Grieving feeling grieving still
I remember him, remember me
I tire over settling things
Settling things with him and me
My aching forgetful memory
And don’t you ever grieve on me
It tires me from settling things
This time, this time I’m setting it right
I grieve on that old man in me
The surprises of the unusual proportions, tall
And still no taller
I am sitting
And watching
It is smarting
Of much before her
The attitudes
And the pauses
Quietly jeering drawing circles for
The many wishes
The dizzy ardent birth place
The staunch set answers
The dizzy birth place
Carefully whispering
Binding the feet
The many instructions
The aspects
The shades
The colours
Echoes wavering
Form deep blue dark glazed
And swirling
Portent and shimmering
Awe still burning out
The feeling that this isn’t enough
I am of you, here is my body
I dream of you
I’m here to please you
I will believe you
I will not leave you
There are terms in that, unspoken, gently, a carried tone
Whence my father walked, on tired, as his father too, there you are
It’s all that, ever mattered here, and now, this fades away
Sleep
No, the train
I am on the train
Something’s happening
This is not clear
The Train
Out of the window
I won’t describe this
Moving on
The Train
This is clear
The desert
A shanty town
I describe this
Poor, squalor
Something’s going on
Changing
This is not clear here
Something’s going on
The Train
This is not clear here
Something’s happening
Moving on
Buzzing
This is not clear
Train
Our of the window
I won’t describe this
Moving on
The Train
This is clear
The desert
A shanty town
I describe this
Poor, squalor
Something’s going on
Sink
Things are not the same
This is not clear
Something’s going on
The Train
This is not clear here
This just ain’t clear
Moving on
I have come
At the end
I know this
You’ve heard this
Da da da da
She, Fall, Trouble
Where we are
Where we sit
Da da da da
Now I remember
The time of
The imagination
The great change
But I imagine so little
And you’ve heard this before
So last of all
She, Fall, Trouble