Both Sides of the Coin - Songs of Conflict and Resolution.

Face the Light

It's OK. It's alright. Turn and face the light.

It's OK. It's alright. You can choose to turn and face the light.
It's OK. It's alright. It's never too late to turn and face the light.

Spoken lyrics: See Chorus of Eternal Enemy.

 

How Things Change - Prelude.

I saw a young girl down by the stream, she was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I asked her if she would become my wife, said to her I would devote my life.
It’s so funny, how things change, only the years and the tears remain the same.
It’s so strange you ever find yourself again.

 

The Boy from the Ballyshea

I remember the boychild standing on the corner of the Ballyshea.
And the signal he gave was oh so discreet.
What could I have done? My hand went for my gun, but my best friend already lay beyond my reach.

His cry of pain, the burst of bright blood, the sound of the shot were all as one.
But what I recall, most of all, is the look of joy on the face of the boy from the Ballyshea.

Just a week later as I stood before that door.
My mouth so dry at a task I could not ignore.
What had I become? My fear and anger rolled into one.
With no more thinking, I broke down that door.
And in that instant, our lives were changed for evermore.

Her cry of pain, the burst of bright blood, the sound of the shot
were all as one.
But what I recall, most of all, is the look of joy on the face of the boy from the Ballyshea.

 

Filthy Pig.

Oh, you filthy pig. Look what you did. Didn't you see she carried our kid?
Oh, you filthy pig.

Oh, you son of a whore. You took the ones I adore. Didn't you see her standing there?
When you broke down my door.

Oh, you stain on my heart, tearing families apart. How terribly flawed are you rules and your laws.
You could have just knocked at the door.

 

Too Late to Pray.

The man with the tired eyes said to me,
Go in hard, go in fast, walk away free.
But what does he know of the fear you can’t show.
What does he care for me?

Whatever you do, don’t look into their eyes.
You might not like what you see reflected there.
Children and wives, lovers and lives.
Reasons to live, just like your own.

There’s blood on my hands and on the walls.
And it’s slick on the floor where I want to crawl, away.
I taste it every night, when I turn out the light,
But I guess that’s the price I have to pay.

Tonight, I stand here naked before you,
you must judge me however you choose to do.
And I won’t be ashamed, or even look away,
when I see the loathing in your eyes.

There’s blood on my hands and on the walls.
And it’s slick on the floor where I want to crawl, away.
I taste it every night, when I turn out the light,
But I guess that’s the price I have to pay.
It follows me around. I scream but make no sound.
And I guess it’s too late to even pray.

About This Time of Year.

It’s about this time of year that autumn’s changes seem to call to me
It’s about this time of year that I need a change of view..
There’s no one to miss me
I’m gonna find you
I no longer care.
You don’t know me, will never ever own me, I’m just passing here.
It's time for running and catching the tide,
about this time of year.

It's about this time of year that you and I, we say goodbye to one another.
It’s about this time of year I need to start my life anew.
It’s about this time of year that haunted voices seem to give me back my freedom
It’s about this time of year I take the road that I’m forever…. Forever dreaming.
There’s no one to miss me,
No one can find me,
You think I don’t care.
You don’t know me, will never ever own me, I’m just passing here.
It's time for running and catching the tide,
about this time of year.

 

I Need A Man.

I need a man to rescue me from this endless monotony, He’ll be deep carelessly free, profound like the ocean and as wild as the sea.
I need a man to protect me when he knows my tempers getting hot. I choose a man for what he’s got selected with care by the size of his yacht.
I want a man who understands the kind of woman that I really am. He’ll be generous and he’ll be brave, but most of all he’ll be very well behaved!

Chorus - I need a man who’s ravishing to take me higher than I’ve ever been. He’ll have strong arms and gentle hands… and he’ll have enormous reproductive glands!

I need a man who’ll worship me and take my hand on a bended knee. He’s adoring and for me he’ll bleed and he pays attention to my every need.
To say he’s cute would be unfair coz he’s a man with a certain flair. He’s full of charm, style and grace, a man who most certainly knows his place!

Repeat Chorus.

How Things Change - Revisited.

I met a woman, and she owned a bar, we got to talking about how things are.
I asked her if I could become her friend. Said to her in me she could depend.
It’s so funny, how things change, only the years and the tears remain the same.
It’s so strange you ever find yourself again.
So dance with me, spend the night if you please.
Romance with me, there’s something that I need..
A warmer place than that I’ve know.

And by the time you get to realise, she’ll have left you for another’s eyes.
They may not be as blue as yours, but they’re the ones that she now adores.
It’s so funny, how things change, only the years and the tears remain the same.
It’s so strange you ever find yourself again.
So dance with me, spend the night if you please.
Romance with me, there’s something that I need..
A warmer place than that I’ve know.
A warmer place than that I’ve know.

At Last.

At last my night has turned to day, seems so strange how I felt just yesterday,
Could it be I’m free at last. Free at last.
That letting go should mean so much, I could understand the truth of love, realise what a fool I’ve been, fool I’ve been.

But time did not change me, it was you that helped me find my way.
And it feels good, so very good, to be myself again.

Now I know I’ll be OK. Look at life in a different way, see things from a new point of view.
Concentrate on loving you.
Even the longest night must end, feels like a dream that was just pretend.
Could it be I’m free at last, free at last.

But time did not change me, it was you that helped me find my way,
And it feels good, so very good, to be myself again.

Ascent.

Take these guilty hands and cast them to the sea.
Take these wicked deeds and pretend they were not me.
Forgive me of my crimes as if they were not mine.
Let me taste sweet virtue one more time.

Let me rest a while in a place without fear.
Surely everyone has that right.
Let me find a way that I can discover peace,
I want to forget for just one night.

Maybe, that’s just not right,
Maybe, this fight has no respite.
Maybe, we were meant to be…. eternal enemies.
Maybe, we were doomed to be… eternal enemies.

Walking.

I go walking, rambling through the streets of this frigid town.
Memories fading, like the writing on the wall that the rain washes down.
There’s no sunshine, feels like winter never leaves this lonely place.
I keep walking, hoping against hope just to see your face… see your face.

Chorus - I see you in the crowd now and then. Or hear your voice call my name.
Maybe, there’s music in the rain.

I go walking, dark against the grey of this fragile town.
Moments passing, like the falling of the snow in a quiet place.
There’s no motion, feels like I’m suspended in time and space.
I go walking, hoping against hope just to see your face… see your face.

Repeat chorus.

Both Sides of the Coin.

The children play with sodden feet,
the street awash with the rain.
They scream and shout, their joy most certain,
while the mothers watch-out from behind closed curtains. 

The men seek shelter in beer and liquor
And they hide their guns from the local vicar.
They make their plots from behind closed doors,
and their families think they’re above the law, 

But we all end up in hell or heaven,
From guns or drugs or drinks at seven,
The things we choose, love, hate or purloin,
are just different sides of the very same coin. 

 

The children feast at their parent’s table,
over-indulging because they’re able,
They scream and shout because they can,
and their mothers ignore them coz it’s all in the plan. 

The men seek shelter in whisky and wine,
dreaming of their lover’s flesh so divine,
and they make their plots from behind the office desk,
and their families think they’re simply the best. 

But we all end up in hell or heaven,
From guns or drugs or drinks at seven,
The things we choose, love, hate or purloin,
are just different sides of the very same coin. 

Eternal Enemy.

I watch the clock… tick tock. The day slips away from me.
Time is a fiend, time is the foe, time is my enemy.
Ages have past, unable to last, defined by our agony.
The times that we lived, the things that we did… such a sad parody.

Entangle like stone, buried like bone, entwined by bitterness and anger.
Tempered like steel, unwilling to yield, forged in this endless endeavour.

I walk this midnight house, empty of choice. A lifetime of memories lay scattered on the floor.
Like knocking at hollow doors of empty rooms I cannot gain,
you look right through me, never to say my name…

Chorus

Entangle like stone, buried like bone, entwined by bitterness and anger.
Tempered like steel, unwilling to yield, forged in this endless endeavour.
Born out of spite, there’s no respite, enemies together forever…

Bridge

You said that you’d try to stay with me to the end of time, but you lied…
Everyone lies.
You said you’d hold me tight, forever there in your mind’s eye, maybe you tried..
Maybe you tried.

I’ll take this midnight flight to anywhere you choose,
I’ll make the madness right, there’s nothing else to lose.
Like touching a distant star, it’s impossible to do,
But I’ll keep on trying, hoping I might touch you.

Chorus

Entangle like stone, buried like bone, entwined by bitterness and anger.
Tempered like steel, unwilling to yield, forged in this endless endeavour.
Born out of spite, there’s no respite, enemies together forever…

Bridge

You said that you’d try to stay with me to the end of time, but you lied…
Everyone lies.
You said you’d hold me tight, forever there in your mind’s eye, maybe you tried..
Maybe you tried.

Entangle like stone, buried like bone, entwined by bitterness and anger.
Tempered like steel, unwilling to yield, forged in this endless endeavour.
Born out of spite, there’s no respite, enemies together forever… and ever.

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