There's a man
A stick to his face
And he's staring, at you and me.
There are pictures, of some far off place.
And bullets that we will never feel and
We will never see.

And you said I don't mind, no I will not worry any more
But then these planes keep crashing over heads and falling to the floor
And you said I won't mind, no I will not worry any more
But there are people on the TV fighting, what are they fighting for?

There are flowers, shining like the sun
But they're turning their faces away
From these remains, each one someone
Who's waiting to be sent home today

And you said I don't mind, no I will not worry any more
But then these planes keep crashing over heads and falling to the floor
And you said I won't mind, no I will not worry any more
But there are leaders on the TV smiling, what are they smiling for?

There are little white flags, little white flags, little white flags
For every life, that hit the ground.
There are toys in fields, toys in fields, toys in fields
And bodies, waiting to be found.

And you say I can't handle this now
And I don't know what to say
But things like this happen every day

And there are little white flags, little white flags, little white flags
For every life, that hit the ground.
There are toys in fields, toys in fields, toys in fields
And secrets, wanting to be found.


Little White Flags

So I’m falling asleep and then
I’m asleep and I’m falling
And hearing all these voices
And suddenly I’m recalling
All these broken memories
Like worn out tapes and scratched CDs
Are they mine?

These things never play as clear as when
They're brand new
And my mind is full of drawings
Someone else drew
And I want to stop this desperation
Worn out feeling of frustration
Are they mine?

Because I don't think so 
well
Not right now
I never was certain
Anyhow

And I can't tell you 
well
Not today
I don't remember

So I’m lying in the bed of someone
I know quite well
And with my eyes closed just so
 I’d say that I look quite peaceful
But eyes can only trick and fool you
I wake up I scream I call you
Are you fine?

Because I don’t think so
well
Not right now
I was never certain
Anyhow

And I can’t tell you
Well
Not today
I don't remember
Anyway


JONNY HARRISON - Don't Remember

It started a year ago or so 
I don't know when exactly 
But I know where precisely 
And that is something I will never disclose 
You took my hand 
Put it to your pocket 
Put your own to your heart 
You thought I could unlock it 
Then a strange fear gripped me 
And never let me go 

Now it's a weird kind of hatred we need 
A weird kind of life that we lead 
A weird kind of hatred we share 
A fair-weathered lovers' despair 
A weird kind of hatred 

You wanted something you know that I couldn't provide 
Completely and lord knows I tried 
Well... maybe I didn't try hard enough 
And honesty, I suppose, is something 
It's not much but it's better than nothing 
And I don't suppose that this song will change anything 

But it's a weird kind of hatred we share 
A love that can never compare 
A weird kind of hatred we need 
You smile but we'll never be freed 
From this weird kind of hatred we share 
A fair-weathered lovers' despair 
A weird kind of hatred we need 
A weird kind of life that we lead 
A weird kind of hatred 

And I hope that you don't forget me 
And I hope that you can forgive me 
And I want to mean this sincerely 
But I know that you can't let me

Weird Kind Of Hatred

It might be surprising 
But I’m still awake 
And I’ve just remembered 
A simple mistake 
A look in your eye 
Your lips as they break 
A trick of the light 
A simple mistake 
Some misinformation 
Just a simple mistake 
A moment of madness 

It’s probably nothing 
My mind’s in a state 
And you weren’t to know this 
A simple mistake 
A misread intention 
I was hasty to take 
Forgive my excitement 
A simple mistake 
And forgive all these ramblings 
That keep me awake 
And though you can’t hear them 
They keep me awake 
The silence remind me 
A simple mistake 
The silence that keeps these 
Strange voices awake 
Your silence...

A Simple Mistake

She stares out the window
 Sees the boats, sees the docks
Sees waves trying to disappear
Like pages torn from a book
Then cast to the wind
Just to break on a rock
While he drowns his sorrows
And looks at the clock
But he knows that it’s too late
The boat lurches then rocks
And he almost had to wait.

She told her self this story
Enough times for it to be true
Now all that separates them
Is that black Atlantic blue
Which is scrawled out between them
Claiming a life that can change and renew
She hears her father’s voice
In the gloom
He takes off his belt and tells her
“I can show you something true” And she always had to wait.

Now she still sits by that window
She’s anchored to her blood
The dockyard’s just a memory
Which has thickened to mud
While an organ grinder sparks
A feeling she never understood
Her mother’s voice calls out to her
What she would and should and could
If she’d only found her partner
Joined the Arc
Braved the flood
She’d never have to wait.

Eveline (A Poem Set in Dublin)

You drew me in
A moth to a flame
A moth to an ape
You were the kindest stranger
I ever did meet
But you liked your meat
And how can I?
How can I?

How does it end for me?
Weak object of desire
A funeral pyre?
A roaring fire
Maybe
I don't know
Maybe you don't too
Maybe I don't know
But I'll follow you


JONNY HARRISON - Maybe I Don't Know

Forget all these words
Forget all these whispered empty sorries
I know that hurts
But allow me to tell you all the ways
All of the ways
That I can make it better

Forget all these words
Forget all these longings for tomorrow
We all know that it can hurt
But allow me to tell you all the ways
That we can make it work

Forget all these longings for tomorrow
We all know that it can hurt
But we can make it work

Sometimes Talking Can Help

A Singer Must Die (Leonard Cohen Cover)

https://www.facebook.com/JonnyHarrisonMusic

Songwriter based in Exeter.

All songs written, performed and produced by me in rooms of varying tidiness.  Songs mastered by James Creed at Hogan Studios.

Typewriter illustration by Amy Flanagan: amy.flanagan@ntlworld.com

I also drum/write with:
https://soundcloud.com/drive-in-saturday

and produced:

https://soundcloud.com/henry-adams1   -  check him out.

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