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These Four Walls

from Stare At The Walls - Single by Paul Liddell

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THESE FOUR WALLS

It isn’t easy waking up
I’ve been asleep for such a long, long time
And now I see a son of mine. Burning.
In dreams recurring, that do not fade away in time.

It isn’t like I had a choice
I had to find a voice
But when I opened up my mouth to speak
I spoke in tongues of violence
Screaming into silence
Needing to be free
I passed it down the family tree
From father to me, from me to a seed of tragedy
Waiting for the water
To grow into a son or daughter

And if I had never left the country, never fought a war
Seen the whole of the world through these four walls
Never fought for my life as such
Never cared enough
Because I can’t be touched in these four walls

Great grandfather, son of mine
Don’t follow in his footsteps, follow mine
This ain’t a flood, it’s a hurricane
A big wind blowing, I’ll never be the same
A kid says “hey Mr. have you seen my dog”
I say “hey Kid, have you seen my god?
This ain’t a flood, it’s a hurricane
A big wind blowing, I will be the same
No more.

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from Stare At The Walls - Single, released October 17, 2014

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Paul Liddell Sunderland, UK

Paul's modern take on the 'one man band' using live loops, guitar percussion, harmonies and effects has seen him support artists such as Turin Brakes, Jon Gomm and Billy Bragg. A diverse and challenging writer with a unique voice, his live performances range from whispering intensity to a white knuckle, edge of your seat, ear splittingly glorious racket. ... more

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