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Array ( [sid] => 152215 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Firing Line [time] => 2009-08-13 08:23:42 [hometext] => song for Pressbox XylophoneTAP [bodytext] => I see this guy in front of me
He's like the guy behind me
A lonely soul he spins out of control
Watching hard the fates of a life
A dragging cord beneath the ocean tide
Sometimes I can confront the excuse
A crime of passion which cannot be proved
I look into the tears in our eyes
We lose each other for we can't reconcile

We're not friends to ourselves
If we choose enemies here
No one to catch your fall
Or grasp you at the edge of your fears

The fire hydrants of youth
Have all been tested
A burning city we thought
Could always be protected
March along 'til the breaking of dawn
Hold your hands over your eyes
The truth of terror could mean your existence denied
Look into the affairs
Of our neighbors' shares
Take them up on their offer
Whisper loud and echo softer

We're not friends to ourselves
If we choose enemies here
No one to catch your fall
Or grasp you at the edge of your fears

When our time returns us to the dust
Will we have let them take us like sitting ducks?
Or will we confront the firing line
Stand for freedom as they tell us to kiss it goodbye [comments] => 1 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 34 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )

The Firing Line

Contributed by Lee on Thursday, 13th August 2009 @ 08:23:42 AM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics

I see this guy in front of me
He's like the guy behind me
A lonely soul he spins out of control
Watching hard the fates of a life
A dragging cord beneath the ocean tide
Sometimes I can confront the excuse
A crime of passion which cannot be proved
I look into the tears in our eyes
We lose each other for we can't reconcile

We're not friends to ourselves
If we choose enemies here
No one to catch your fall
Or grasp you at the edge of your fears

The fire hydrants of youth
Have all been tested
A burning city we thought
Could always be protected
March along 'til the breaking of dawn
Hold your hands over your eyes
The truth of terror could mean your existence denied
Look into the affairs
Of our neighbors' shares
Take them up on their offer
Whisper loud and echo softer

We're not friends to ourselves
If we choose enemies here
No one to catch your fall
Or grasp you at the edge of your fears

When our time returns us to the dust
Will we have let them take us like sitting ducks?
Or will we confront the firing line
Stand for freedom as they tell us to kiss it goodbye

Copyright © Lee ... [ 2009-08-13 08:23:42]
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Re: The Firing Line (User Rating: 1 )
by orphani on Thursday, 13th August 2009 @ 12:09:12 PM AEST
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deep and wise reflection
some good writing here
very good use of metaphor and imagery
did'nt like so much the last four lines
a bit trite in connection to the rest, which went deep.
well executed
o

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