Musical Poetry #6: Heavy In Your Arms

Heavy In Your Arms – Florence And The Machine

I was a heavy heart to carry
My beloved was weighed down
My arms around his neck
My fingers laced to crown

I was a heavy heart to carry
My feet dragged across the ground
And he took me to the river
Where he slowly let me drown

My love has concrete feet
My love’s an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall

I’m so heavy, heavy
Heavy in your arms
I’m so heavy, heavy
Heavy in your arms

And is it worth the wait
All this killing time?
Are you strong enough to stand
Protecting both your heart and mine?

Who is the betrayer?
Who’s the killer in the crowd?
The one who creeps in corridors
And doesn’t make a sound

My love has concrete feet
My love’s an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall

My love has concrete feet
My love’s an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall

I’m so heavy, heavy
Heavy in your arms
I’m so heavy, heavy
So heavy in your arms

This will be my last confession
“I love you” never felt like any blessing
Oh
Whispering like it’s a secret
Only to condemn the one who hears it
With a heavy heart

Heavy, heavy, I’m so heavy in your arms
(I’m so) Heavy, heavy, I’m so heavy in your arms
(I’m so) Heavy, heavy, I’m so heavy in your arms
(I’m so) Heavy, heavy, I’m so heavy in your arms

I was a heavy heart to carry
My beloved was weighed down
My arms around his neck
My fingers laced to crown

I was a heavy heart to carry
But he never let me down
When he had me in his arms
My feet never touched the ground

I’m so heavy, heavy in your arms

Heavy, I’m so heavy in your arms

xxxx

Quote Of The Month – February 2020

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I’m guilty of this. I’m guilty of over thinking things and missing the joy of a moment. I aim to stop this. Continue reading

Musical Poetry #5: Alive

Alive – Sia, This Is Acting

 
I was born in a thunderstorm
I grew up overnight
I played alone
I played on my own
I survived
 
Hey
I wanted everything I never had
Like the love that comes with light
I wore envy and I hated that
But I survived
 
I had a one-way ticket to a place where all the demons go
Where the wind don’t change
And nothing in the ground can ever grow
No hope, just lies
And you’re taught to cry into your pillow
But I survived
 
I’m still breathing, I’m still breathing
I’m still breathing, I’m still breathing
I’m alive
I’m alive
I’m alive
I’m alive
 
I found solace in the strangest place
Way in the back of my mind
I saw my life in a stranger’s face
And it was mine
 
I had a one-way ticket to a place where all the demons go
Where the wind don’t change
And nothing in the ground can ever grow
No hope, just lies
And you’re taught to cry into your pillow
But I survived
 
I’m still breathing, I’m still breathing
I’m still breathing, I’m still breathing
I’m alive
I’m alive
I’m alive
I’m alive
 
You took it all, but I’m still breathing
You took it all, but I’m still breathing
You took it all, but I’m still breathing
You took it all, but I’m still breathing
You took it all, but I’m still breathing
You took it all, but I’m still breathing
You took it all, but I’m still breathing
You took it all, but I’m still breathing
 
I have made every single mistake
That you could ever possibly make
I took and I took and I took what you gave
But you never noticed that I was in pain
I knew what I wanted; I went in and got it
Did all the things that you said that I wouldn’t
I told you that I would never be forgotten
And all in spite of you
 
And I’m still breathing, I’m still breathing
I’m still breathing, I’m still breathing
I’m alive (You took it all, but I’m still breathing)
(You took it all, but I’m still breathing)
I’m alive (You took it all, but I’m still breathing)
(You took it all, but I’m still breathing)
I’m alive (You took it all, but I’m still breathing)
(You took it all, but I’m still breathing)

I’m alive
I’m alive
I’m alive
I’m alive
I’m alive

xxxx

Quote Of The Month – January 2020

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Is anything better than dreams though? Continue reading

Musical Poetry #4: Black

Black – Dave, Psychodrama


Look, black is beautiful, black is excellent
Black is pain, black is joy, black is evident
It’s workin’ twice as hard as the people you know you’re better than
‘Cause you need to do double what they do so you can level them
Black is so much deeper than just African-American
Our heritage been severed, you never got to experiment
With family trees, ’cause they teach you ’bout famine and greed
And show you pictures of our fam on their knees
Tell us we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin’ child soldiers gettin’ killed by other children
Feelin’ sick, like, “Oh s**t, this could have happened to me”
Your mummy watchin’ tellin’ stories ’bout your dad and your niece
The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
A kid dies, the blacker the killer, the sweeter the news
And if he’s white you give him a chance, he’s ill and confused
If he’s black he’s probably armed, you see him and shoot


Look, black is growin’ up around the barbershop
Mummy sayin’, “Stay away from trouble, you’re in yard a lot”
Studying for ages, appreciatin’ the chance you got
‘Cause black is in your blood, and you ain’t even got the heart to stop
Black is steppin’ in for your mother because your father’s gone
And standin’ by your children when you haven’t proven karma wrong
Black is doin’ all of the above then goin’ corner shoppin’
Tryna help a lady cross the road to have her walkin’ off
Black is growin’ up around your family and makin’ it
Then being forced to leave the place you love because there’s hate in it
People say you fake the s**t, never stayed to change the s**t
But black is bein’ jealous, you’d be dead if you had stayed in it
Black is strugglin’ to find your history or trace the s**t
You don’t know the truth about your race ’cause they erasin’ it
Black has got a sour f***in’ flavour, here’s a taste of it
But black is all I know, there ain’t a thing that I would change in it

 

Her hair’s straight and thick but mine’s got waves in it
Black is not divisive, they been lyin’ and I hate the s**t
Black has never been a competition, we don’t make this s**t
Black is deadly
Black is when you’re freezin’ in your home and you can’t get sleep but never feelin’ empty
‘Cause you got 20 cousins in your country living stress-free
Walkin’ for their water, daughter wrapped inside a bed sheet
Black is distant, it’s representin’ countries that never even existed while your grandmother was livin’
Black is my Ghanaian brother readin’ into scriptures
Doin’ research on his lineage, findin’ out that he’s Egyptian
Black is people namin’ your countries on what they trade most
Coast of Ivory, Gold Coast, and the Grain Coast
But most importantly to show how deep all this pain goes
West Africa, Benin, they called it slave coast
Black is so confusin’, ’cause the culture? They’re in love with it
They take our features when they want and have their fun with it
Never seem to help with all the things we know would come with it
Loud in our laughter, silent in our sufferin’
Black is bein’ strong inside and facing defeat
Poverty made me a beast, I battled the law in the streets
We all struggled, but your struggle ain’t a struggle like me
Well how could it be when your people gave us the odds that we beat?
I mean, f***in’ hell, what about our brothers that are stuck in jail?
That couldn’t bust a bell, they held a bird and gotta live with it
Black is bein’ guilty until proven that you’re innocent
Black is sayin’, “Free my f***ing n****s stuck inside in prison cells”
They think it’s funny, we ain’t got nothin’ to say to them
Unconditional love is strange to them; it’s amazin’ ’em
Black is like the sweetest f***in’ flavour, here’s a taste of it
But black is all I know, there ain’t a thing that I would change in it

xxxx

Quote Of The Month – December 2019

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I wrote this post in September 2018. I say I’m a procrastinator but I can get my s**t together when I need to. I figured if I scheduled these quote of the month posts ahead of time, that’s one less bloggy thing to worry about. Continue reading

Lost & Found: My Mojo

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It seems to be the done thing nowadays, if you’re away from the internets for any length of time, you need to announce that you’re back and apologise for your absence.

Sorry, but I’m not doing that.

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