"Haunted" Spoken Word Song by Bashu and The Plastic Chair Explosion

Bashu and Brandon and Jesse - Band: Plastic Chair Explosion: copyright belongs to Bashu Naimi-Roy

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It's strange, the things that make us proud
don't always make us shout out loud
but that's fine. The things we keep inside
aren't always things we're trying to hide.

Sometimes it feels like me and my thoughts
are a man who lives with a pack of dogs
and I swear I love them all the same
but if there was a fire, I know which ones I'd save.

and sometimes it feels like me and my thoughts
are a murder of crows, chasing a hawk
and I know I couldn't fight them all if I tried
but I can take them one or two at a time

and sometimes it feels like all my thoughts are
is a pointless fight in a shitty bar
smashing windows and breaking chairs,
everyone watching with vacant stares
and some people cheer, and some people say stop
and the bartender says he'll call the cops
but mostly everyone's carrying on
drinking like there's nothing wrong

and it's strange, the things that prove we're sane
are not always things to which we'd sign our names
and the things that keep us holding on
are sometimes nothing more than a stupid song.

sometimes I see your heart as a series of rooms
smelling like grass and gas-station fumes
and if I look up ahead I can see
all the things you hold more important than me

but here all the doors are locked to me
cause you don't trust me to run around free
and if I look down I can see through my hands
cause you don't think I'm as real as I actually am.

one day, I'll burn it down and we'll start again,
eye-to-eye across the empty plain.

and it's strange, the things that make us change
are the things that always kept us the same
but I know, we're not set in stone.
we came together but we'll go alone.

and I keep hearing questions. like:
what do you see when you think about her,
and what would you be if you were without her?
a ship with no name,
a smoke with no flame
a memory of something that keeps you ashamed

and it's strange- in fact it's downright weird
that we should be ruled by so many fears
that when something beautiful comes to our hands
we're desperate to love it as much as we can
and we ask ourselves questions. like:

what do you see when you think about it,
and what would you be if you were without it?
and when you want it, how bad do you want it?
and when it haunts you, how bad are you haunted?

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Haunted
• Spoken
• Word
• Song
• Bashu
• Plastic
• Chair
• Explosion
• Parksville
• Cha
• Java
• VAncouver
• Island
• acapella
• drum
• solo

[Gladesrocker08]

So amazing :D

[SeaWasp]

That was awesome!!

I dig!