
Date of issue: 15.09.2008
Record label: Topshelf
Song language: English
Moon Shine |
«If you’re always running, you ain’t no kind of man |
Face up your fears kid, fight for what you take stock in |
Out here on rolling hills, there ain’t no alibis |
Only sweat and dirt, only that open sky |
If you take nothing more than these simple words |
With your head held high kid, you will have your day |
You can leave hardened, I won’t think twice of it |
If you got a battle back home, you got no reason to stay» |
Out there on rolling hills, he thought of days back home |
All the pain and hurt, his mother praying alone |
Sleep never came for him, no rest for wicked men |
In those starless skies, the moon shined shame on him |
He found redemption in pale saints that took him in |
His grey eyes, hopefulness, that only youth can feel before life sours them |
«Where you from, where you been?» |
the boy would ask |
He could never answer, it was the truth he lacked |
«I'm from nowhere kid, I’ve been to hell and back |
I’m a loner kid, I got no grace and no tact» |
He had nothing more than those simple words |
He was a runner and a coward always losing his way |
Still no sleep for him, «I ain’t no wicked man» |
There would be no night like this for him ever again |
He would change his fate, he would mend the breaks |
He left that night with parting words to lead his way |
«Don't you be like me |
Don’t you be like me |
Don’t you be like me» |
And that moonlit sky shined praise down on him |
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Cowardice | 2008 |
Blessed Burden | 2008 |
Carrying Weight | 2008 |
Nameless Streets | 2008 |
Everything Went Quiet | 2008 |
Forgiver Forgetter | 2008 |
Debts | 2008 |
Prophet In Plain Clothes | 2008 |
The Blues | 2008 |
Blew | 2016 |