Some lyrics of mine

Song

The Hobby Horse

Hands together, heads bowed low, Always thinking of innocence, you know, Always hoping for innocence to flower, It leaves the people quite troubled in power.

Whoever has no master above his head, Is burdened enough by his own way instead. Whoever is sure of the path he is on, Will sacrifice dignity before too long.

Hands together, heads bowed low, Always thinking of innocence, you know, Always hoping for innocence to flower, It leaves the people quite troubled in power.

One cannot fight against what, The likes of us have already done, that, The likes of us have already achieved, Is what everyone is laughing about, believe it.

That was not good, no. It was not meant to be so. What one person has and one person needs, Then simply dissipates like weeds.

Hands together, heads bowed low, Always thinking of innocence, you know, Always hoping for innocence to flower, It leaves the people quite troubled in power.

You cannot please everyone, it's true. We sit down under the bar, slurring through. Filled up to the very top, that is our core being. We become quite unruly, not seeing.

We shout with a loud voice. Order was not our original choice. Decency has completely gone astray here. We are blurred, yes, dazed, right here.

Hands together, heads bowed low, Always thinking of innocence, you know, Always hoping for innocence to flower, It leaves the people quite troubled in power.

The end must simply be now. We roll up together on the floor, somehow. We would like to sleep alone at this hour. That’s when we get the scars of power.

They beat us up in this very minute. We are weak, so they keep hitting within it. Fate is the talk on every tongue. May it perish, that’s what they find well-sung.

Hands together, heads bowed low, Always thinking of innocence, you know, Always hoping for innocence to flower, It leaves the people quite troubled in power.

We shout with a loud voice. Order was not our friend, by chance or by choice. Decency has completely gone astray here. They judge us, let us decay right here.

Not everyone would be pleased, I say. With the one lying under the bar, slurring away. That’s where the people are quite unrestrained. That is the reason why they are obtained.

Hands together, heads bowed low, Always thinking of innocence, you know, Always hoping for innocence to flower, Humanity is already quite drunk, you know.