Only small bits emerge from the mist.
Where's the mind been hit? years of insanity.
The best ones have only good intentions.
But they're not strong. Curse your humanity.
A loud sound from somewhere within you.
It's not allowed, a strain on the sinew.
A burden and you're a latecomer.
A silence crept right in among us.

The throne where they sit.
And your dealings with it.
A house is just bricks.
And a homes there to split.
A family can be both a blessing and curse.
In the mist castaway now, for better or worse.

A stormy horizon.
May offer some truth.
An escape from the silence,
A room with a roof.
A glint in the corner of any minds eye.
But no, somethings missing, it's all been a lie.

Oh we fall out, the cloudy abyss.
Trudging wet legs, down from the mist.
Hang your ceiling, spongy wet moss.
Girl I'm no fool,  no one's my boss.
No good longing, life passes by.
Some weeks turn to years, we all use our eyes.
A plain daunting, return to a home.
To seek more time, stuck out alone.

A seat where you sit,
and just stare into space.
A friend that's gone missing.
You must have a case.
The tacit acceptance of any old lie.
The mist can appear in the blink of an eye.

The dragon's they drew, on the edges of the maps.
Who refused to submit? Who refused what they lacked?
The laughs of the sailors who'd been there before.
A knife in The Temple, you know what's in store.

Down we go.
Down we go.
On we go.
On the road.

Down we go.
Down we go.
On we go.
Down the road.

Only some bits, emerge from the mist.
As your mind flits, back into sanity.
The worst things, happen to people.
Forget your middle class apathy.
See you, I know what you're thinking.
Not clever, what's with the drinking?
A mean look, in your minds eye.
The years roll, life passed you by.

The throne where they sit.
And your dealings with it.
A house is just bricks,
And a homes there to split.
A family can be both a blessing and curse.
In the mist, castaway now, for better or worse.

The small bits, that emerge from the mist.
The mind takes its hits, proof or profanity.
The best one, only good intentions.
But not strong, curse my humanity.
A quiet voice from somewhere within you.
Say's no more. not what I'm into.
No burden, forge into winter.
The mist rolls. The mist that you enter.


The Mist

The first concert played in over 30 years ago in a primary school played on a mandolin. In high school, co-founder of a band, co-composer of many songs, several concerts. Back to playing and creating after 30 years. In 2021, the discovery of the Ableton DAW. November 2022 publishing the first own (composer, performer, producer) song A'chiad. Registered with PPL (UK) 

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