“Fragments” [new music video]

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Living-Room Video #51: “Fragments”. This is a song which has lain (literally as a fragment) in a drawer for around 17 years, waiting for a “home”. Now it has found one. Intimately linked to my post yesterday about playing the victim, it shines a light on the perils of clinging on to that, for one remains fragmented until one lets go of victim status and drops the war. I hope this resonates with you. Lyrics are below:

there’s a fire in your attic
there’s a vampire in your hall
and that restless heart within you
is a stone’s throw from the wall

there’s a hailstorm in the window
there’s a torrent in your soul
and the fat cats in the corridor
are streaming through your hole

there’s thunder in the chimney
there’s a desert in the bed
and all love goes away from you
through something that you said

there’s a typhoon in your windmill
and an ice floe in the bay
you cannot tie your laces up
(someone took your toys away)

[Refrain]
searching for an answer
not finding what you asked
is only making waves for you
with vipers in the grass
heart-burn on the inside
frozen stiff without
Making all those fragments one
Should be what it’s all about

so you tell the captain seriously
to walk you from the plank
and someone threw some poison in
the well from which you drank

you can see yourself in aspic
as you fight against the sound
of the leeches making headway
in your portals underground

as you journey through the basement
you are startled by the light
and a voice appears to say to you
“you must never quit the fight”

So you keep yourself in fragments
put the blame on someone else
and you never make advancements
as you live your private hell

[Refrain]
searching for the answer
not finding what you asked
is only making waves for you
and vipers in the grass
heart-burn on the inside
frozen stiff without
making all those fragments one
should be what it’s all about

it’s so easy to play martyr
with your grievances galore
but it’s infinitely smarter
to just drop the need for war

then you try to piece the jigsaw
and to grasp the truth at last
but it’s only in the moving on
you can understand what’s past

 

 

© Alan Morrison, 2020

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