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I just put the lyrics down because I love the song a lot. It's sort of depressing, but it's really deep. It's also a perfect sonnet I later realized. If you guys ever have the time to listen to it, listen to it. And just so you know, for those of you that have no idea of how to understand lyrics, the song is in the point of view of a teenage boy who killed himself, and now his father is speaking to him. That's why, later in the song, if you hear it, the music will become muffled, because the boy is being buried. So here it is:
Dear prodigal you are my son and I
Supplied you not your spirit but your shape.
All Eden's wealth arrayed before your eyes;
I fathomed not you wanted to escape.
And though I only ever gave you love,
Like every child you've chosen to rebel.
Uprooted flow'rs and filled the holes with blood;
Ask not for whom they toll, the solemn bells.
A child of dust, to mother now return;
For every seed must die before it grows.
And though above the world may toil and turn,
No prying spade will find you here below.
Now safe beneath their wisdom and their feet,
Here I will teach you truly how to sleep.
 Singing Seraph · Sat Apr 18, 2009 @ 10:09pm · 1 Comments |
