Song of the Week
The song of the week for October 19th through 25th is
ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER
by BRIGHT EYES
If you walk away, I walk away
First tell me which road you will take
I dont wanna risk our paths crossing someday
So you walk that way
I'll walk this way
The future hangs over our heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls all around us like a cold steady rain
Just stay in when its looking this way
The moon's laying low in the sky
Forcing everything metal to shine
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
They argue "walk this way"
"No, walk this way"
And Laura's asleep in my bed
As I'm leaving, she wakes up and says
"I dreamed you were carried away by the crest of a wave
Baby dont go away....
Come here"
There's kids playin guns in the street
And ones pointing his tree branch at me
So, I put my hands up I say "enough is enough
If you walk away, I'll walk away"
And then he shot me dead
I found a liquid cure
For my landlock blues
It will pass away like a slow parade
It's leavin but I dont know how soon
The world's got me dizzy again
You think after 22 years id be used to the spin
And it only feels worse when I stay in one place
So, I'm always pacing around or walking away
I'm drinking the ink from my pen
And I'm balancing history books up on my head
And it all boils down to one quotable phrase...
"If you love something, give it away"
A good woman will pick you apart
A box full of suggestions for a possible heart...
And you may be offended
And you may be afraid
But don't walk away...
Don't walk away
We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in the background from a televised war
And in that deafening pleasure, I thought I heard someone say
"If we walk away, they'll walk away"
But greed is a bottomless pit
And all freedoms a joke
We're just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you're still free start running away
Cause we're coming for ya
I've grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So, I'm making a deal with the devils of fame
Saying "let me walk away...please"
You'll be free child once you have died
From the shackles of language, and measurable time
And then we can trade places
Play musical graves...
Till they walk away, walk away, walk away....
So, I'm up at dawn
Puttin on my shoes...
I just wanna make a clean escape, I'm leaving but I dont know where to
I'm leaving but I don't know where to
Lyrics in bold are extra important
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