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Thing On The Stairs
05:43
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I am staring down at
The foot of the stairs
At the shapes in the darkness there
I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight
There is something here and I grow scared.
I think I see, I think I hear…that something in this room is wrong
There amongst the deep black blanket of this night…is a thing which doesn’t belong.
I can hear the scrape of your feet against the wood
And the rush of your breath between your teeth
You are climbing slow and steady up to me
I’d run but my legs feel weak
You pause on the landing, just below my own
Searching for the child you wish to find
I turn on my heel and run as fast as I can
And never take a glance behind.
I am hidden now, in some forgotten place
But I know that it will find me in good time
I sing softly to myself, rocking slowly to the sound, Of a steady driven rain outside
I can hear it now, crashing round this house
In some distant room below
I know that it will chase me till my feet grow tired
And my legs begin to slow…
Take me far
Away from this place
And I’ll run till I can run no more
For I am scared, I am broken
I am tired and on my own
It speaks some words through the gaps in the wood, in a language that I do not understand
It’s fingers slip beneath the gap under the door
It’s talons sharp at the end of it’s hands.
The end is near…I close my eyes.
Fear is but a word, but bravery is merely lies.
Take me far
Away from this place
And I’ll run till I can run no more
For I am scared, I am broken
I am tired and on my own
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2. |
Tree
04:52
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Dead leaves…
Fall from dark and sinister trees
Making piles at my feet
Through which I stumble…
Yellowing teeth
Shine out from under eyes that fix upon me
As I make my way…
Deeper into the woods.
The moon glows bright
Casting shadows on this vicious little night
I make out ragged figures
moving quickly through the trees.
Darkness clings to my clothes like blood
And fear drips like water from my face
These trees reach out like knives
As I try to escape this place.
They’re growing closer now
I can hear excited little sounds
I have nowhere left to turn
They’re all around and my lungs start to burn
So I step up to one great tree
And I begin to climb.
Hand over hand, I’ll save myself from
Certain death below
I’ll raise my head, into the fog that hangs above
To a place that the demons do not know.
I feel safe so high
Where bad things cannot find me with their eyes
The mist is growing thicker
And the moon has lost it’s glow.
I look towards the ground
Being careful not to make a sound…
But then I dawns on me slowly…
What I thought was a tree, has toes.
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3. |
Cave
04:14
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Can you see me by this dull light
My pulse is quick and my chest grows tight
I know that you’ll find me
Despite the fact, you cannot see.
Hold my hand and I’ll take you home
Best be scared by each others side than
Walk separate ways…on our own.
Step by step we will make our way
Stay close by me and I will try to navigate
Hold my hand, I’ll find the way
We’ll leave the night behind….and find the day.
The walls glow brightly as we pass by
Shards of stone glint brightly like
a creatures eyes in the night
The light grows dim and we’ve lost our track
The way we came is in shadows now
So we can’t turn…back
I trip and fall and I loose your hand
It’s much too dark and I can’t seem to find
You…when I can stand
You’ve left me here in the cold and black
My friend is lost and he won’t come back
I drop too my knees, put my head in my hands…
My friend has left me, I don’t understand.
You held my hand….I lost the way
You left me behind…
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4. |
His Last Song
04:12
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You sit in your old leather chair
Your frail and your vulnerable, visibly scared,
Your hands clasped quite tightly
Round a yellowed and worn out book
I step slowly into the room
Your head turns towards me, but your eyes look right through
They’re pale like the paper in your book…once was….once long ago
Son please come closer
Sit beside me, I’m scared, because I know….
I’ll be gone soon…
We sit and we talk for a while
As talk turns to music, your frown turns to smile,
You tell me you sang so well
When you were young
I said sing me a song please
You said…Nothing at all.
You seem to drift off to sleep
The book slides from your lap, lands just next to my feet
I turn the page….and I begin to read…
The book contains hundreds of songs,
I have opened a page where lies my favourite one
Your hand reaches out…
And you ask me which one
You opened your mouth
And this is the song we sung
Lift me up onto your shoulders
And carry me safely back home
To a land where the sun shines bolder
To the people, to whom I am known
…then he closed his eyes.
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