Sense of Home - Harrison Storm

There are so many ways to say, What is going to be say, Do you promise not to scream? I'll push you on to the extreme. Yes we were beautifull, Yes we were fine, What can I say? Enough for me. I'm tired to play. You'll hate me for this. Are you surprise? Yes you'll be mad, Yes you'll be sad, Our time is out so let's shake hand, And say goodbye Yes you'll be mad, Yes you'll be sad, Our time is out so lets shake hand, And say goodbye. I'm better off alone, I'm better off alone. This time, This is time I'm down. This time. This time, this time, This is time I'm down. And this is time I'm down, Sitting here on the cold ground. I do what you never did, I cry what you never cried, And you'll die in pain. Afraid to remember, what was hurtfull, The time goes by, I'm on the road. Afraid to remember, what was hurtfull, The time goes by, I'm on the road. Afraid to remember, what was heartfull, The time goes by, I'm on the road. Afraid to remember, what was heartfull, The time goes by, I'm on the road. Yes you'll be mad, Yes you'll be sad, Our time is out so let's shake hands, And say goodbye. Yes you'll be mad, Yes you'll be sad, Our time is out so let's shake hand, And say goodbye. Yes you'll be mad, Yes you'll be sad, Our time is out so let's shake hands, And say goodbye. Yes you'll be mad, Yes you'll be sad, Our time is out so let's shake hands, And say goodbye. Yes we were beautifull, Yes we were fine, What can I say? Enough for me. I'm tired to play. Yes we were beautifull, Yes we were fine, What can I say? Enough for me. I'm tired to play. You'll hate me for this. Are you surprise? Yes you'll be mad, Yes you'll be sad, Our time is out. Yes you'll be mad. Yes you'll be sad. Our time is out. Yes you'll be mad, Yes you'll be sad, Our time is out so let's shake hands, And say goodbye. Yes you'll be mad, Yes you'll be sad, Our time is out so let's shake hands, And say goodbye. Yes you'll be mad, Yes you'll be sad, Our time is out so let's shake hands, And say goodbye. Yes you'll be mad, Yes you'll be sad, Our time is out so let's shake hands, And say goodbye.

The old hometown looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane, I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me At four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad, old padre On and on, we'll walk at daybreak Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'Neath the green, green grass of home

It's in vogue to be feckless When it comes to the mother taking care of us I know it's so conventional But it don't make no sense at all But in fact it's a pattern Everything I hear will always make me ashen I know it's recognizable But it don't make no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all People pay for their coupe But they can't pay their taxes for the freeway I know it's so predictable But it don't make no sense at all And some people say it's on their radar But they drive a million miles in their fast car I know it's so invisible But it don't make no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all But in fact it's a pattern Everything I hear will always make me ashen I know it's recognizable But it don't make no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all

My first memory, my birthday on a party bus Pops wasn't there but that wasn't obvious In Mom's arms, in God we trust Black Mama love, everything marvelous I didn't know what I was missin', part of a system Pops is gone, Uncle in prison Inside wishin' for men to teach me 'bout girls and religion Made my own rendition of grindin' and kissin' Weekend calls to my Dad I'd listen Still I felt distant, distant like love There's only so far that words could really hug Didn't wanna be a thug, older niggas I banged with I learned a lot from them cuts in the basement The smell of blunts laced with a little bit of spice Wise, high niggas, giving me advice We go out and start fights, scuff up our Nikes Come back to talk crap and shoot a little dice This is a slice of life and memories Sittin' in my mind vividly, often they visit me (Oh, baby) Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da (Oh, oh) I'm just tryna find a way to understand (I'm tryna understand) Oh, oh (Oh, oh) How do I rewind the tape and live in it? (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh) Stayin' out late and playin' in Wonderland (Ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh) Is it in God's plan? I'm just tryna find my way to understand it Metaphors can't explain how far I came A young man at work, I made my own lane Steered away from pain, relied on drive There's a old saying, don't cry, survive As I kept building there were cranes in the sky Certain memories my brain would deny A tear laid in my eye, I was afraid to reply To the hurt that was callin', it came from the sky An older play cousin, of course I trust him But he was touchin' where he wasn't supposed to be touchin' What's a kid supposed to do? When they goin' through, what I was goin' through Don't know who to go to You want to tell somebody In many ways, I failed somebody That somebody was me Now I'm talking to little Rasheed Incarcerated heart, man, you gotta be free I felt it, when I told my man I would help with Things he was dealin' with I really hadn't dealt with Emotions meltin', I began to release it Things you can't change, you could come to peace with At least get it better for the children of forever I read the Lord's letter, I forgive our debtors They don't talk about it, maybe sharing their story Memories of home, shared pain and glory (Oh baby) Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da (Oh, oh) I'm just tryna find a way to understand (I'm tryna understand) Oh, oh (Oh, oh) How do I rewind the tape and live in it? (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh) Stayin' out late and playin' in Wonderland (Ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh) Is it God's plan? I'm just tryna find my way to understand it Said I'm tryna understand, understand, understand, understand Ayy-hey, oh-oh, oh

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour