Such Lazy Saturday Poetry It’s Sunday (Bleeding Inc.)

After making a big fuss about how I was going to post my poetry every Saturday because it’s the easiest thing I write and I have plenty of it, it’s been about a month since I’ve done one. Ugh. Do your job Charlie. Anyways, I missed yesterday, but I figured by posting one today I’ll get myself back in the mindset to remember to post next Saturday… and the Saturday after that… and the Saturday after that, etc.

So for todays installment I’m going to post the lyrics to what I’d consider to be one of the best — if not the best — song I’ve ever written.  It’s called “Bleeding Inc.” If my technologically incompetent self can ever figure out how to post videos from my flip cam on this blog, I’ll post a performance of the song itself, but for now, here are the lyrics.

Bleeding Inc.

Verse I

Twelve generations of pain, thirteen is prayin sayin let this be the day that the saints march our way

It’s a good Friday for swimming to the finer side of things, we call for rain to get the floodgates bursting

And you can say, that endurance is a song I’ll never sing

But the rhythm never stops when it comes to lions like me

We’ve got those everlasting chest beats

Chorus I

And we will shatter mirrors, and see through smoke

That came from the flames always burnin up our jeans

So let me cheer you up, like real good news

It’s not too soon to be free from the things that the devil tattooed on you

Verse II

Time bombs for clock shops it was hotter than sriracha when Big Ben went up in flames and got the bridges burning

The violent silence of writing, stabbin my pen through the wall tryin to get to the heart of the message I bring

I just wanna stop, stop stop,

I need the moment to pop, pop, pop

That the reason for the shots shots shots shot shots shots shots shots shots

And you can say, let the drinks spill like blood in a war scene

But the battle never stops when it comes to soldiers like me

We’ve got those everlasting chest beats

Oh don’t ya know we’ve got that never endin’ head flow

Chorus II

And we will shatter mirrors, and see through smoke

That came from the flames always burnin’ up our jeans

But let me cheer you up, like real good news

It’s not to late to be called by the name of the Christ inside of you

Oh don’t ya know, we’re the coolest kids

But son, you should know, gotta cool it kid

Bridge/Outro

We’re the coolest kids, walkin around, we like our beat down low and our feet to the ground

Don’t ya show it kid, that hurt in your eyes, I can’t talk right now I got my pride on the line

Can’t talk right now I got my pride on the line

Can’t talk right now I got my pride on the line

Can’t talk right now I got my pride on the line

 

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“Salt” (A video in the snow): By mOUNTbRENDON

Last weekend my friend Dan and I decided to take advantage of the beautiful snow in Laramie and shoot a couple videos.Snowy evenings like this are a big reason why I love living in Laramie.

Here is the one of those videos.

(Thank you Dan for doing the camera work.)

Some Song Lyrics By:mOUNTbRENDON

Rustic Refined

Anyone can find beauty in sex

beauty in gold

Anyone can find beauty where the grass is green

Anyone can sing what everybody knows and feels

So, he chooses not to close his eyes

He chooses against failing his mind

when he sees what happens every time

we flee to look past the golden sky

Where can we find

the answers hidden deep inside

If we only look out

past the mountains we climb?

This is what we are

Boasting cows on grassy knolls

Apples of cider we find

With disregard to the walls behind

So he loses what’s rustic refined

And chooses the elf and the crimson shine

when he tells what happens every time,

we don’t see the past or the present light

It’s our job to find beauty in death

beauty in life

It’s our job to find beauty where the grass is brown

beauty where the air is fowl

It’s our job to show what others can’t seem to find

what’s hidden inside the light