Home for Grave part 1 & 2
Een tijdje terug deelde ik al eens een nummer van de band ‘The Devil Wears Prada’. Dat was het nummer ‘War‘ van het album 8:18. Op datzelfde album staat ook het nummer ‘Home for Grave’ naar het gelijknamige boek van frontman Mike Hranica. Eind deze maand zie ik ze voor het eerst live bij hun optreden in de Melkweg. Ze toeren om het nieuwe album Transit Blues te promoten. Op dat album staat ‘Home for Grave pt 2’ dat me erg aansprak. Overigens is The Devil Wears Prada geen uitgesproken christelijke band meer, gelijk aan Underoath. Mike spreekt er uitgebreid over in deze BadChristian podcast. Desalniettemin vandaag Home for Grave pt 1 en pt 2! Muzikaal raad ik vooral deel 2 aan. Beide nummers gaan, in een verhalende vorm, over de moeite en pijn van het alledaagse leven dat we soms denken te moeten leven. (jaja, weer lekker luchtig)
Home for Grave
Lyrics
The normal man, promised all things
Brought into this, taken by pain
He mistook home for grave
The normal man, filtered by hate
Living to pay, buying what’s fake
He mistook home for grave
It’s not what we’re made to be
So why’d he do it?
I guess he just did not know
I guess we just do what we’re told
The anthem cries, but why listen?
I guess we just do what we’re told
Betrayed again, betrayed again
What began as life for him was only sorrow, was only shame
It’s like the story of disgrace
Fraught with peril every day
So why’d he do it?
I guess he just did not know
Given nothing, left so lonesome
He mistook home for his grave
It’s not what we’re made to be
So breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
I guess we just do what we’re told
The anthem cries, but why listen?
I guess we’re just do what we’re told
Betrayed again
What began as life for him was only sorrow, was only shame
It’s like the story of disgrace
Fraught with peril every day
I guess we just do what we’re told
Betrayed again, betrayed again
I guess we just do what we’re told
The normal man passed away
Dead and gone
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Lyrics
By the time she heard the news, the funeral had taken place
But still the sadness transcended across a dozen states
She wished the trees weren’t so still
“Oh Anna, my dear!” she could nearly hear him
His words, sincere, the last time they’d spoken
Those moments in Indiana felt like yesterday
And that crash in Atlanta would always resonate
She wished the trees weren’t so still
As if the pines could weep with her
“Oh Anna, my dear!” she could nearly hear him
His words, sincere, the last time they’d spoken
In the forests of Oregon her breath grew shallow
The air was fractured in the morning storm
And Anna’s world felt hollow
She wished the trees weren’t so still
As if the pines could weep with her
“Oh Anna, my dear!” she could nearly hear him
His words, sincere, the last time they’d spoken
Move along now, you’re next
This line won’t wait for us
Like Ian, soon Anna, we will all fail the test
Move along now, you’re next
This line won’t wait for us
“Oh Anna, my dear!” she could nearly hear him
His words, sincere, keep us all heartbroken
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