They crossed the gully and the flooded plains,
With just the skin on their backs, raw with aches and pains,
Guns cocked at their temples with no ebb or sway,
I guess that’s one way to rule, with no contest or race.
She stumbled over stones that were strategically placed,
And they unloaded the chamber right into her brain,
But she was not the first, nor to be the last,
For under western skies, there’s no such thing as the past.
For how much longer, do I have to wait?
How much time do I mark, before I have my say?
To suffer no longer, to be free where I lay,
Let the silver bells bloom, moulded from the same,
Filmer’s Clay.
Under flashing lights, she moved to wide-eyed sighs,
And took aim at an apple Adam left behind,
But no man is an island and she’s not lost at sea,
Her prints in the sand will always deserve to be.
Forever still, radiant in light,
The call of new mornings, is right in our sights,
But we still have to live through this deep, deep night,
And for my life, eyes are wide, but I’m still borne blind.
For how much longer, do I have to wait?
How much time do I mark, before I have my say?
To suffer no longer, to be free where I lay,
Let the silver bells bloom, moulded from the same,
Filmer’s Clay.
credits
from Time & Memory,
released April 9, 2021
Written, performed and produced by NEW TALK
Lyrics by Axel Carrington except for 'Frida' by Kiera Owen & Axel Carrington.
Recorded and mixed by Dave Parkin, Blackbird Studio Western Australia, 2019
Mastered by Sarah Register, New York
Artwork by Marc Gabrielle Loh
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