Since I Lost My Baby

True Colors

I wrote this on piano, but I think it works better on the guitar.

It's Gonna Get Better 2.0

J'ai Quitte Mon Ile

Don't Give Up

This is dedicated to every immigrant and refugee around the world. No one knows what you had to give up.

Home, home, home is where you are
Home, home, home is where you feel it with your heart.
Take me back, take me back to my homeland
I don't want to be here no more.
I am alone and my heart misses you
And all your kisses too
But home's not there any more.

Her husband was a good man and a journalist
(Telling the truth can get you killed)
She loved him more than you can understand
(I miss my Will)
His only hope to make the world a somewhat better place
One day he disappeared...

Her family got her out of their homeland
(I miss you mom, I miss you dad)
And she really loves this place and her new friends
(Oh Canada)
But every now and then she'd wish this damned old universe
Would turn around so she could have her Will again.
She'd love to yell

Take me back...

She used to be a teacher, but here she scrubs the floor
And she never asks for anything at all
(But then there's this)
She always has a kind word (taking all our jobs)
She never makes a sound (this is a Christian country!)
But sometimes late at night I hear her call
(I WANT TO SEE THE MANAGER!!!)

Take me back...

Home Is Where You Feel It With Your Heart

Round Midnight

Rocket Man

angel

I've loved this song since the first time I heard it.

Lately

Perfect

When it can't get any worse.

There's so much blood, a million paper cuts. There's no more hope, there's no one left to trust. There's no way through, no way around. There's so much blood.

There's so much grief, so many tears been cried, and there's no belief that you haven't killed with lies. There's no more love, there's no more life. There's so much blood.

There is nothing that can stanch the wounds in an open heart. I just won't let anyone in any more. Quiet crying and a broken heart make a poor defence. No one sees the wounds that show I lost the war.

There's no more trying, no more I think I will. There's only waiting for the last ride up to old boot hill. There's no more peace, there's no more smiles. There's so much blood.

There's no way through, no way around. There's so much blood.

There's So Much Blood 2.0

Thinking Out Loud

For my generation.

I don’t know why you cry when you hear me sing 

I don’t know why you dance other days 

All I know is we smile every time we pass 

Remembering a happier place. 

 

I don’t know why I push you to laugh with me 

When you seem so convinced you should cry 

All I know is it hurts me to see you sad 

And conscience says I have to try. 

 

I see you slide along the walls determined not to see and not to feel 

You’re so afraid of what you don’t already know 

What happened to the courage you showed off at seventeen, or even three? 

What spark of life is left inside for you to show? R.I.P. 65 

 

I don’t know why you cry when you hear me sing 

I don’t know why you dance other days 

All I know is we smile every time we pass 

Remembering a happier place 

 

I don’t know why I push you to laugh with me 

When you seem so determined to cry 

All I know is it hurts me to see you sad 

And mama said I have to try. 

 

Every so often I can catch a glimpse of your old self behind the mask 

That curious child who wondered about everything. 

But mostly all I see these days are scowls and     scars and tears and all your fears 

What happened to the love you always used to bring 

Why don’t you ever sing? 

 

I don’t know why you cry when you hear me sing 

I don’t know why you dance other days 

All I know is we smile every time we pass 

Remembering a happier place 

 

I don’t know why I push you to laugh with me 

When you seem so determined to cry 

All I know is it hurts me to see you sad 

And conscience said I have to try. 

 

What went so wrong? Why do you cry? 

Is there no hope? Is this goodbye?

I Don't Know

The Smile Of A Child I’ve been all around the world; been to a hundred different ports I’ve seen wonders made me gasp, and made me smile I’ve seen palaces of gold; I’ve seen mosques so very old But nothing’s ever taken hold like the smile of a child. I have stayed at the Sofitel; spent some time in a trailer park I’ve had apartments up and down the countryside I’ve known people rich and poor and smart and dumb and mean and kind But nothing’s ever changed my mind like the smile of a child. All you seem to care about is just how loud you can scream and shout And all the toys that you can grab before you die (and you’re gonna die) Now ICE men are taking kids; blind fury grows behind my lids There ain’t nothing worse than stealing the smile of a child, a goddamn child. There ain’t nothing worse than stealing the smile of a child. I have owned a Daimler Benz; I had a suit tailored in Hong Kong Had it all and lost it all, but I don’t mind I’ve had all these shiny things; Hugo Boss and emerald rings But none of these has ever taught me to be kind. But all you seem to care about is just how loud you can scream and shout And all the toys that you can grab before you die (and you’re gonna die) SS goons are stealing kids; blind fury grows behind my lids There ain’t nothing worse than stealing the smile of a child, a goddamn child There ain’t nothing worse than stealing the smile of a child.

Michael Anthony McNamara

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