What of one's lyrics?

mickgotsick

With the last sunset and one final breath,
You'll finally discover Davey's locker.
Into the unknown, we all must go,
Ahoy! man the sails, here we go.
When we've had our fill,
Our rum casks are clear,
We'll sail to where no compass can show.
Let the sails unfurl, let the black jack blow,
Fair winds! we're going home.

Adrift, half mast, well the wind stopped dead without a thought.
We came up threes, we went to sea, we left with the tide.
Washed ashore, the sands gave in and we were caught.
No way back from, this destiny until the end.

I hear the crying where I left my oars.
I hear the calling from a distant shore.

mickgotsick

The 10.15 from Lodz

Walk in through the birch trees and witness the screams, the screams before the silence.
The little red house has seen the faces of a million stay but never leave.
Souls of a million erased from history, their lives now forgotten.
Forever let this place be a cry of despair and a warning to humanity.

The 10.15 was on time but overcrowded leaving Lodz, it arrived at it's destination.
The train came in and a thousand men and women went away, asphyxiated.
Thousand after thousand, day by day, came by train and never stayed, the Reich had been questioning.
Hell on earth and I wonder if the trains will come again, we can never forget.

The train went on through the death gate and its passengers await a doctor's decision.
Oh doctor how can you do this? Your beliefs and all you stand for are shattered as you make that final call.
Stripped of all, the many march to their fate, with an innocent smile on their face.
Women with children, the sick and elderly, step on in to take a shower.

MickFleetwood

Brilliant. Those second lyrics.... Have they been influenced by Hotel California by The Eagles?

mickgotsick

Thank you! I wasn't influenced by Hotel California, at least not consciously. I went to Auschwitz and the usual songwriter thing to do is to write a song about it but I felt I couldn't do it justice.

A couple of years later some people were making fun of the holocaust on an internet forum. Long story short, I decided to write the song. I decided to write it based on facts, since I don't have any family or friends involved in the holocaust.

A couple of months later, I watched a documentary about how IBM kept the trains running on time to Auschwitz and that was the source of the first lyric "The train was on time...". I did some searching and Lodz was the biggest Jewish ghetto, who were eventually sent to Auschwitz.

I went on from there but I was stuck on the second verse. My dad talked about how doctors, who had taken an Hippocratic oath, decided whether people should live or die. This gave rise to the second verse.

mickgotsick

The Incinerator

Inspired by distaste at the lack of civility,
Delusions of greatness and the show of ignorance.
Equality in all, I alienate every race,
All credence the same, everyone's to blame.

What of us all? When we cannot stand each others embrace.

Destined to fall our ancestors tell it all,
Extinction to some, somehow we've overcome.
Bomb shards rip apart fragile humanity,
Incineration has begun, isn't this what we wanted?

Burn it down, and never ever start again.

You are no better or no worse than any other one.
There is no moral high ground, just a bullet and a gun.
You can have your self indulgence but our lives will waste away,
The incinerator takes us all and we'll surely take the bait.

The incinerator takes us all and we'll surely take the bait,
How is it that some end up dead by the hand of some cruel fate?
There's demons surely out there, they reside inside of us.
The incinerator lies there waiting and it's waiting for a corpse.

There are many ways to end up at its door,
All it takes is just one manic with a bomb and you're done.
The incinerator holds its breath and waits for another death,
The departed will always question why they died but we may never reply.

mickgotsick

Peter and Paul

We've been through hell but we've gone on through it,
The odds stacked against but a chance will do it.
Survival can mean just a chance.
A chance, lest we ever forget it,
Sometimes life is a roll of a dice.
Time on our side and inches of a life.
Grasp now, can you cling on to it?
You're sure near there but a cloud still looming.
Nervously waiting, waiting for the blast.

Can we ever get a hold of this life, this precious thing.
Don't thread on another one, unless they're beckoning.
But there will always be an empty head, a bucket to fill with sh*t.

What are consequences when we don't say a thing, when someone steps out of line?
Feel the hatred spawn and the ignorance grow until you cannot stop the spread.

Hatred has perpetual motion, a running engine, a vitriolic force.
Nothing but a battering ram can stop its inertia and stop its transmission.

So here it is, the story of Peter and Paul.
They need each other to thrive.
When we don't make a stand,
Peter and Paul start making demands,
We'll never hear the last of Peter and Paul.

mickgotsick

Fodder for macabre

Time, time, ever it passes us by,
Years turn to marks on the wall of our cell,
Quick, gone, no one ever stays here long,
As we try to make some sense and purpose of our lives.

Time makes fodder of us all,
And our lives may not be significant at all.
Enjoy your stay, no regrets,
Find love and happiness,
Eat, drink and be merry for your days.

In the end, will your toil be worth its price?
In the end, will you bring contentment to your life?
In the end, my friend, we are one and the same.
We all end up six feet under and sleep then in our graves.

When it comes to the end will you have what you wanted?
And what are you prepared to give to get it?
Money and power don't mean a thing in the end,
The end levels us all no matter what's your end.