From the recording Is It Still 1984?
Performed by Gimson
Written by S. Gimson & J. Fredberg
Produced Pound To The Credit
Mixed by Pound To The Credit
Mastered by Suture
© Half Dead Records 2023
℗ ST Music LLC 2023
Lyrics
Sitting in envisioning lungs filled up with nicotine it’s sickening
Inner voices speaking I can’t avoid them so I’m listening
No headspace
A dying planet on my shoulder so I’m carrying a dead weight
Expressing my voice digitally, on wax or on cassette tapes
Acoustically raw feel my passion it’s my best take
And that’s all I am offering
In this fleeting experience until silence is all I’m fostering
As they lay me down to rest and the worms eat my flesh
I wonder, how will they measure my success?
In silence they reflect on my life here
Death bed regrets and wrongs that I never made right here
It was an uncomfortable silence in those years we never spoke
It was simply the wrong note to end it on
Sorry
Without meaning we die slowly
Dying old and lonely singing
Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Time to break the silence
Let us break the silence
It's that House Of Pain scream damn right I daydream
But reality is tears rubbed in like face cream
Middle fingers in the sky screaming fuck you nice try
No time for a world that pies a nice guy
The removal of nuance
Don’t give a fuck for your wants or your dreams or your passions
Rationing our spirits for those who want to hear it
Whilst skeptical of those that are trying to get near it
But in the face of tyranny our silence was a lie
We must not remain silent even when we die
Drunk words, sober thoughts all portrayed in the arts
Dark parts and silent moments until death do us part
There is no ease in this nostalgia
Picking up the pieces from a distance I wish that I could hold ya
Find comfort in the dark, find comfort in the silence
Stand up tall and don’t be frightened
Be enlightened
Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Time to break the silence
Let us break the silence