A song about acceptance
Words, music, all guitars and vocals: Brian Booth. Recorded at Ranscombe Studios, Rochester, Kent, UK by Jim Riley
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I had a chest X-ray which suggested there was a serious problem; three weeks later, I learned it turned out to be no more than a flaw on the film. It made me think, though, in the interim...
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fiogf49gjkf0d Endgame
Words and music: Brian Booth, copyright 2005
Here it is, the end, it’s a time to mend
The fences, it’s a time to put things right
Time to forget your pride, put it all aside
Finer feelings melt when faced with endless night
If dreams were horses
There’s be no-one short of a ride
How cheap, how weak remorse is
Throwing stones against the incoming tide
Things you thought important yesterday
Fade away...
Things you wished you’d said, but never left your head
Still won’t surface, won’t face light of day
Embarrassed silence reigns, and the memory lanes
Are scarred with footprints that won’t go away
An end to second chances
An end to wishing things hadn’t been
An end to hopes and fancies
No start to all you still haven’t seen
You’re a passenger, end of the line
‘Next stop is mine...’
It’s not right, not fair, yet no regrets
At least I’m leaving something pure behind
It wasn’t thrown away - all I owned I gave
To someone with a universe to find
Yes, I will go gentle
Yes, I welcome the dying light
Yes, I will go gentle
Leave the rage to those who’ve not seen the night
I did all I could
There were seeds of good...
Please let them grow - then I’ll know it was worth it
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