Mildly influenced by my favourite poem, T.S Eliot's 'Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock'.
lyrics
Silence Speaks
The moon is glistening in the sky
Like the tear on a cheek of a jilted bride
Keeping her secrets bottled up inside
I play with my cigarette a while
Like a lawyer with a pen at a murder trial
I raise my glass to temptation and smile
The half-deserted streets I walk
Could tell me tales if they could talk
The silence speaks only for itself
The half-deserted streets I walk
Could say so much if they could talk
The silence speaks only for itself
I have heard the sound of revelry
Come up from the streets far below me
Alcoholic laughs belie the grief
I have stood and watched her from afar
Like a failed politician propping up a bar
I am self-indulgent; wishing on a star
The half-deserted streets I walk
Could tell me tales if they could talk
The silence speaks only for itself
The half-deserted streets I walk
Could say so much if they could talk
The silence speaks only for itself
The rain falls down as it always must
We should leave this scene without much fuss
Only those who've had it all can know what's lost
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023