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Samuel’s Musician Of The Week: September

October 18th, 2009 at 06:00pm

I have been unable to get this song out of my head all week, and as it is the rare occasion in which a song which is stuck in my head is a song which I happen to like, I’m circumventing the random number generator and giving this week’s award to September. The feature song is RIP.

It gets dark and a shiver moves across my skin
There are stars but the cloudy skies won’t let them in
I’m gonna write few words and I hope they carry all the way
Back to the start of this girl
When she still had something good to say

Seventeen
and you know exactly what you need
Twenty two
and they still see something great in you
But no one tells you a word
But the lonely echo in a heart
When this be filled up with hurt
and your whole world starts to come apart

They rest in peace, won’t ever come back
All the stories I was told
I had a dream – it’s fading to black
Just like me it’s growing old
So rest in peace there is no come back
I will never have a hold
Now there is screaming from the pitch black
That this world is not a home

Say goodbye, that’s the only word you’ll ever need
When you try it gets so much harder to succeed
If I had nothing to lose, I would surely lose it in the end
And you know if I could choose I would never do it all again

They rest in peace, won’t ever come back
All the stories I was told
I had a dream – it’s fading to black
Just like me it’s growing old
So rest in peace there is no come back
I will never have a hold
Now there is screaming from the pitch black
That this world is not a home

It’s pumping through my system, get the poison out of me
What good is a believer when there’s nothing to believe
So put me in the shuttle, let me spin around the world
Show me the star
Oh

They Rest In Peace, won’t ever come back
All the stories I was told
I had a dream – it’s fading to black
Just like me it’s growing old

So rest in peace there is no come back
(it’s pumping through my system, get the poison out of me)
I will never have a hold
(what good is a believer when there’s nothing to believe)
Now there is screaming from the pitch black
(so put me in the shuttle let me spend around the world show me the stars)
That this world is not a– that this world is not a home

Samuel

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