| "Cowardice" | |
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| Song by Hungry Lights from the album Three Gods & Me | |
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"Cowardice" is track eleven on the Hungry Lights studio album "Three Gods & Me." Remember that this is a summary, not the entire story! It is like 10% of what is actually going on—just the skeleton. It is a rough translation of what is literally going on in the lyrics. There is also a figurative story that is taking place at the same time which goes much deeper and does not involve the fictional character Prill, but that is up to you to find :) It is much easier to discover the hidden meaning when you grasp a decent understanding of the literal meaning first. These are your puzzle pieces, and I highly suggest you study them before pursuing the next albums in the sequence, otherwise emotion and information will be lost, therefore connections will be missed!
Story
Lyrics
Everytime I disgraced, I felt like I was on top of the world A flash in the pan had laid me Right where I wanted to be
Suffering’s never enough ‘Cause surely my soul was as sharp as my teeth I’m in between right and wrong—a blurry line A change happened to me...
I’ve grown crooked up the fence, ‘Cause I couldn’t pick a side
I didn’t follow the outset The waves forebode a storm was coming for me But I had plans of my own -A couple of cards stashed deep in my sleeve
I’ve grown crooked up the fence ‘Cause I couldn’t pick a side Don’t I feel strange… ‘Twas coming along -My great design It had come… And who was I not to believe?
Yah dahdahdah dah- Daah dahdah dahdah Yah dahdahdah dum
I’d been blessed No more that weak, pathetic twig on the fence How would it feel to prove you wrong? Let’s wait and see…
Look how my conscience was cleared! There’s no more bothering No chirping nonsense on my shoulder All whispers melted to sighs And you fell silent, Speaking nothing of my insurrection I was glad to finally be rid of All you piquing beggars You had bound me safely to the tightrope I was kept from making the dive My dear, at the bottom I found solace Seeking what I once thought the end
Caught in the triumph, I saw myself brighter than ever before And the chaos and wonder inside my head? O’ I couldn’t hear anymore! I flourished, the fever I had was gone -A plashet of oil and tar The outside now echoed my victory I shined like a star!
Then I made to look inside myself, And I found nothing I could value So I took my head down from the clouds And I pulled out that spear