First prayer...uh, I mean song:
"Castle of Glass":
Take me down to the river bend
Take me down to the fighting end
Wash the poison from off my skin
Show me how to be whole again
Fly me up on a silver wing
Past the black, where the sirens sing
Warm me up in a nova's glow
And drop me down to the dream below
'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see
For you to see
Bring me home in a blinding dream,
Through the secrets that I have seen
Wash the sorrow from off my skin
And show me how to be whole again
'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see
For you to see
'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything else I need to be
'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see
For you to see
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(I was born with) the hunger of a lion, the strength of a sun
I don’t need to sweat it when the competition come
Original style like an 808 drum, so I don’t run the track
No, I make the track run
My mama taught me words, my dad, he built rockets
I put ’em both together now, tell me what I got
It’s a pretty smart weapon
I can shoot it, I can drop it
(But) learn to respect it ’cause you clearly can’t stop it like that
Yeah, it ain’t over, ’cause the sharks on the left side, the snakes on the right
It really doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or if you’re right
’Cause once you get the teeth in, nothing really fights
Except for me, I do it like I got nothing to lose
And you can run your mouth like you could try to fill my shoes
But steady little soldier, I ain’t standing next to you
I’d be laying on the ground before you’re even in my view
Like that
Give me the strength of the rising sun
Give me the truth of the words unsung
And when the large bells ring, the poor men sing
"Bring me to kingdom come"
This is something for your people on the block to/black out and rock to
Give you whatcha need like Papa/Who shot ya
Separate the weak from the obsolete, you're meek, I creep hard on imposters
And switch styles on the dime/Quick witted ya’ll/Quit tripping
I don’t have time for your crying
I grind tough, sucka, make your mind up
Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up?
Bang bang/Little monkey man playing
With the big guns will only get you slain and I ain’t playing
I’m just saying / You ain’t gotta sliver of a chance
I get iller, I deliver/While you quiver in your pants
So shake shake down/Money, here’s the break down
You can play the bank/I’ma play the bank take down
And no mistakes now/I’m coming to getcha
I’m just a Banksy/You’re a brainwash, get the picture?
It’s like that
We swim against the rising waves
And crash against the shore
The body bends until it breaks
The early morning sings no more
So rest your head, it’s time to sleep
And dream of what’s in store
The body bends until it breaks
Then sings again no more
’Cause time has torn the flesh away
The early morning sings no more
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Just a young rock fan who stumbled upon your site. Glad that someone else sees music the way I do. I love Linkin Park. They and "fringe" bands like P.O.D often do a better job relating to issues young people like me are dealing with than many CCM bands do. Their lyrics are soul searching and come from real life hardships. Music doesn't always have to be uplifting because real life is more than that. I am praying for them.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work.
such good comments. so glad you found the blog.Let's be in touch
ReplyDeleteThank you, when I listened to the Living things album I really liked Castle of Glass in particular. Your post on Chester and the song What I've Done was really good. he's been through a lot in his life and that is a honest song.
ReplyDeleteexactly!
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