Dead men's eyes

a story song about a writer/bard/balladeer who wants to write his own stuff rather than what he is paid to write. Don't know why really.

Dead men's eyes

I'm done with writing songs through dead men's eyes
The seas outside and I'm alive
I'm sick and tired of living this disguise
I want to hold a blade of grass
Live each death like my last
so kiss me now or cut me down to size

They got me writing hymns to former glories
Conquests of empires long ago
You know there's no truth to these sad stories
They're such a sorry sight
Basking in that light
So kiss me now or cut me down to size
kiss me now or cut me down to size

Well I'll sing a song for sixpence in the evening
And cut away the strings of this guitar
Lift up the veil you'll see me greiving
But I'm no history teacher
I'm not a prophet or a preacher
so kiss me now or cut me down to size
kiss me now or cut me down to size
kiss me now or cut me down to size

D c em
C d em
D c em
C em x2
C d em

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