Scoundrel DaysLyrics
Was that somebody screaming
It wasn't me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy
Pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door
Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
Leaking into my mouth
I'm heading out for the steep hills
They're leaving me no choice
And see, as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
For want of an option
I run the wind 'round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new
Was it too much to ask for
To pull a little weight,
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I'm close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face
See, as our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free through
Scoundrel days
I reach the edge of town
I've got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I've made it
As I run into the air
And see, as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days
Writer(s): MAGNE (MAGS) FURUHOLMEN, PAL WAAKTAAR
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Scoundrel Days?
The narrator hears a scream (possibly the sound of a soul loss, a death) - and brushes off the idea that it was the sound of his own soul dying. He leaves his space of comfort and decides to investigate his motives, actions, feelings. The consequences of this and the path in front of him are the "bad thought" that stings and starts to ebb the life from his body ("cut my wrist"). He crosses the threshold to a dark world as he ventures into the darkness of his soul. ("Head for the door.")
This is a haunting story of personal loss of soul, integrity, and conversion to depravity told by a somewhat unreliable narrator (Cynical/Naive).
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