Hello patrons,
I can't believe it's the end of another month.
This month I got to release music with the incredible Georgia Train, work on several other people's projects (Oli Spleen, Cath Elms, Feline & Strange) and even found time to finish this song.
I'm really happy with it.
It's still a little rough around the edges and I feel my voice was a little strained but I only finished the lyrics (with much help from Simon) yesterday so I think it came out ok considering this is me every month trying to finish my songs:

I hope you guys like the song. It's kind of a sad one, but defiant and pretty too.
Here are the lyrics.... see you next month, hopefully with less panicking... stay safe and well till then, Mishkin xxx
GRACE'S CRADLE
You had me there for a moment
In the grip of grace
See I was born on a Sunday
with my mother's face
And as I grew I got restless
For something to distract
I went out with my eyes open wide
I won't be coming back
Was I supposed to kneel and pray
and bend until I fit the shape you gave me?
Just cos you made me?
Was I supposed heed the word
Obey and live to serve with good behaviour?
Well he's not my Saviour
He held me down for a minute
In the grip of hate
He took my world in one motion
as something to obtain
And as a I grew I knew better
So I was never alone
So I go out with the angels above
To bring the devil home
Was I supposed to lie and stare
A body left in disrepair can fake it
If you can take it
Was I supposed to trade my will
Be silent in this den of ill intention
without objection
You had me there for one second
You saw a flicker there
You bound my heart like a fracture
Precious in your care
But as you grew you got tired
I was a heavy load
So you went out for the very last time
You're never coming home
Am I supposed feel this way
A tangled web of disarrayed divisions
All bad decisions
I'll drift until I find my way
and stumble till I fall from grace's cradle
proud and unstable
I feel the weight of all these things
a thousands wings to break me and to take me
to take me
and as I lie beneath the trees
I feel their eyes are watching me
I watch right back for I am tired of dreaming
If come back a second time
to sing this sullen lullaby
then this is where you'll find me softly sleeping
--
Mishkin Fitzgerald
2021-08-05 15:10:22 +0000 UTCLuis Coronado
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