Old made new

My files | Tommyboy

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Tom and Margo Watching all their love go To the place We land eventually

It’s all Such a ball Listen for the heart call Nothing ever seemed so sweet

Waiting for the American dream Nothing ever turns out Just as it seemed

And all the sweet scrolls They call rock and roll Past our lips turn incredibly sour It’s the taste Everybody calls the witching hour

Big turns Rug burns Everybody returns To the place they loved long ago Don’t look back

Hard sell Ring the bell Everybody catch hell Maybe you’ll become what they say

Nobody acting out the love game Trying to get high But sinking just the same

Thinking that your wise but Becoming what you despise That’s always the final tower And everybody’s slinking To the witching hour

Gray Road Such a load Trying to take hold Of such responsibility

Last days She prays That the soul still stays In the shadows she can see

Searching for the real salvation And hoping for a brand new Re-education

And still we aspire To all the old desires That call us to The witching hour

Toby preaching He never stops reaching To catch indifferent Souls left behind

A mournful tune That’s pointing to A thought That never crossed my mind

Sanctuary never sells Yet we all construct Our own private hell

Critical theory Eyes turning bleary As they focus On the witching hour

Bad is good And dark is light That’s what the world Keeps trying to say

Restart Fall apart Even with a new heart The narrow gate Still seems far away

Everybody looking for the end And that’s when the crazy Seems to begin

The pursuit of power Is what wilts the flower As we fade Into the witching hour

Fake transgressions Are your repression That’s how you claim it to be You keep looking back

Sad song You’re wronged Don’t want to get along It’s how you view history

Hate is all you’ve got to sell For each time You go to Sip from the well

Envy bleeds When you’re Stuck in the weeds You’ve embraced the witching hour

The seed is embedded And don’t you forget it It’s been that way from long ago

You frown It comes around Never been a soft sound It’s always been part of the show

Living on A moral credit card But when the bill comes due It gets kinda hard

Totally subjective What a wrong objective To look into the witching hour (Cuz it’s looking back into you.)

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I found this in my files and it still rings solid today. The Witching hour.