The Warmth in Those Dying Years (lyric, listening to music, house, single)

Crowe · 09-06-2006, 02:04 AM

The Warmth in Those Dying Years

As I'm watching you dress
You ask me to think about the future.
Laying in bed this morning, laughing a little,
I tell you this is not the best way to,
Start off our day it will only lead to,
Things we don't need to see, let it be.
Live in the moment, when the time comes we,
Will cross those bridges and hold each other.
As things will inevitably be different than we hoped.
You say it can't be that bad and I laugh,
It's a slow laugh, one that stumbles through,
My mouth and hits the air and hangs.
I sit you down and begin to paint the,
Picture that we will live in, I'm not a,
Psychic but a realist, sadly a realist.

We will be happy for awhile, we are
Young and have so much to live for with our,
Dreams and hopes and we are just so naive.
Our younger years are the final eve where,
The lights in our eyes seem infinite,
And the brightness in our smiles seem significant.
Perhaps we will be married and the steeple is,
About a mile high, it reaches the sky and stabs
The clouds and lets loose sunlight, our wedding day.
We will be bohemian, and struggle with money.
And if we are lucky, save enough for a house,
Maybe and perhaps soon after a family.
And we will buy this house with a choke in our throats.

We will walk through the rooms, the kids,
Will sleep here in their beds, We will eat here,
In the kitchen with the granite countertops,
This is the bathroom where we will hold our,
Children when they get sick, these are the stairs,
Where one will fall and break their arm. This is,
The living room where we will find our first dead pet.
This is the shower where I start losing my hair.
And this is the mirror where your wrinkles first appear.
In the dining room we will fight over nothing.
But it will seem like something and somethings are,
Nothing but you can't erase the words said outloud.

But this is the kitchen table where the words on,
A white piece of paper will mean the end of our,
Happy family. The divorce will drive our first born,
To an attempt at suicide and a lifetime of substance,
Abuse. He uses this time as an excuse to get back,
At mother and father who couldn't hold together,
A weak example for our first born child. I will never marry,
Again. Our broken family lives on like most, every,
Other day until they are older I will love our children,
And they will love me and you, but we will not love,
Me and you. And when I grow older and my gray hairs,
Are the tell tale sign of my own mortality.

You will not visit me in the hospital, but send your regards,
With our daughter who visits our first born in the next room.
It looks like you will outlive our son. And in my final
Days, and in my final moments - my life comes back,
To this single moment in this bed. And although you,
Are holding me now. I will reach out to you blindly,
My eyes unable to focus with the slowing of my heart.
And you will not be there like you are now.
Do not cry, please dry those tears. Hold me now,
While you still love me now. Will you still hold me,
So that I remember the warmth in those dying years?

TrampInaTux · 09-06-2006, 04:50 AM

That's.... *feels camp*....beautiful.... seriously....woah... it touches on so many thing... at first I thought it was just going to be a really good song about young love, but you changed direction so brilliantly and I'm sure you will connect with every person who reads/hears that song, young and old.

Really well done.

I can't remember them all, but from memory this is the greatest lyric I've saw wrote on this here forum.

DontRunMeOver · 09-06-2006, 05:21 AM

That is definitely the best poem that's been on here (no offence to any other posters). In fact, its one of the best poems I've ever read. Its a bit embarassing to say, but I actually started crying when I read the last paragraph... and I have never, ever cried from watching a movie, listening to music or reading a poem before. Ever. You took my emo tears virginity, you bastard.

And I'm in an office, which makes it more embarassing.

Can't even bring myself to comment on individual lines, because I don't want to risk blubbing again. It was freaking me out!!

DontRunMeOver · 09-06-2006, 05:33 AM

Ok,

"And in my final
Days, and in my final moments - my life comes back,
To this single moment in this bed."

It was that line that killed me. Damn.

Alo · 09-06-2006, 05:55 AM

Wow! I really love the stuff you write. And I can't find one thing about it I don't like or can nag about!

Crowe · 09-06-2006, 10:30 AM

Oh wow. Thanks a lot you guys. this was inspired by my girlfriend one moment in bed... and while I don't think it will happen to her and I (God willing) - I just thought about how many divorces and whatnot happen and how most marriages start out with the most pure of intentions... I'm really glad you guys liked it.

**sleepy jack** · 09-06-2006, 01:09 PM

Holyycrap.

That was beautifulll Crowe.

Fenixpunk · 09-06-2006, 01:27 PM

brilliantly composed.

definetly strikes a nerve..like when they have to put ol' yeller to rest..

TrampInaTux · 09-07-2006, 11:40 AM

I want to be as good as you.

I want to be able to touch peoples emotions in songs without seeming oversensitive.

****, lets have a talent transplant.

Crowe · 09-08-2006, 01:34 AM

Hobo, just read your other song and I think that you have your own talents. You don't need to be "as good as me" - stick to being as good as you... as long as you put everything into your writing - no matter how old you are - or how intelligent you perceive yourself to be... then you are, in fact, just "as good" as me or anyone else.

As for being able to touch people's emotions... just think of a time when a certain emotion was evoked into you... happiness, sadness, etc... and what happened? If you were telling someone about it to their face... how would you tell it? The "oversensitive" lyrics come from people just trying to ****ing hard to tug those heartstrings... all you really need is honesty. Tell the story... paint it... don't go overboard, and you will be bringing smiles to peoples faces, or tears to their eyes, or anger to their throats...or pride to their chests. That's how you really get people's emotions.

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09-06-2006, 02:04 AM
Crowe Music Addict Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Chicago/St. Louie Posts: 690	The Warmth in Those Dying Years The Warmth in Those Dying Years As I'm watching you dress You ask me to think about the future. Laying in bed this morning, laughing a little, I tell you this is not the best way to, Start off our day it will only lead to, Things we don't need to see, let it be. Live in the moment, when the time comes we, Will cross those bridges and hold each other. As things will inevitably be different than we hoped. You say it can't be that bad and I laugh, It's a slow laugh, one that stumbles through, My mouth and hits the air and hangs. I sit you down and begin to paint the, Picture that we will live in, I'm not a, Psychic but a realist, sadly a realist. We will be happy for awhile, we are Young and have so much to live for with our, Dreams and hopes and we are just so naive. Our younger years are the final eve where, The lights in our eyes seem infinite, And the brightness in our smiles seem significant. Perhaps we will be married and the steeple is, About a mile high, it reaches the sky and stabs The clouds and lets loose sunlight, our wedding day. We will be bohemian, and struggle with money. And if we are lucky, save enough for a house, Maybe and perhaps soon after a family. And we will buy this house with a choke in our throats. We will walk through the rooms, the kids, Will sleep here in their beds, We will eat here, In the kitchen with the granite countertops, This is the bathroom where we will hold our, Children when they get sick, these are the stairs, Where one will fall and break their arm. This is, The living room where we will find our first dead pet. This is the shower where I start losing my hair. And this is the mirror where your wrinkles first appear. In the dining room we will fight over nothing. But it will seem like something and somethings are, Nothing but you can't erase the words said outloud. But this is the kitchen table where the words on, A white piece of paper will mean the end of our, Happy family. The divorce will drive our first born, To an attempt at suicide and a lifetime of substance, Abuse. He uses this time as an excuse to get back, At mother and father who couldn't hold together, A weak example for our first born child. I will never marry, Again. Our broken family lives on like most, every, Other day until they are older I will love our children, And they will love me and you, but we will not love, Me and you. And when I grow older and my gray hairs, Are the tell tale sign of my own mortality. You will not visit me in the hospital, but send your regards, With our daughter who visits our first born in the next room. It looks like you will outlive our son. And in my final Days, and in my final moments - my life comes back, To this single moment in this bed. And although you, Are holding me now. I will reach out to you blindly, My eyes unable to focus with the slowing of my heart. And you will not be there like you are now. Do not cry, please dry those tears. Hold me now, While you still love me now. Will you still hold me, So that I remember the warmth in those dying years? __________________ My silly experimental band: www.myspace.com/boyfromthestarsmusic Last edited by Crowe : 04-05-2007 at 12:53 AM.

09-06-2006, 04:50 AM
TrampInaTux that's my war face. Join Date: Nov 2005 Posts: 1,457	That's.... feels camp....beautiful.... seriously....woah... it touches on so many thing... at first I thought it was just going to be a really good song about young love, but you changed direction so brilliantly and I'm sure you will connect with every person who reads/hears that song, young and old. Really well done. I can't remember them all, but from memory this is the greatest lyric I've saw wrote on this here forum.

09-06-2006, 05:55 AM
Alo Scarf Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 717	Wow! I really love the stuff you write. And I can't find one thing about it I don't like or can nag about! __________________ I rocked my shoelaces untied

09-06-2006, 10:30 AM
Crowe Music Addict Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Chicago/St. Louie Posts: 690	Oh wow. Thanks a lot you guys. this was inspired by my girlfriend one moment in bed... and while I don't think it will happen to her and I (God willing) - I just thought about how many divorces and whatnot happen and how most marriages start out with the most pure of intentions... I'm really glad you guys liked it. __________________ My silly experimental band: www.myspace.com/boyfromthestarsmusic

09-06-2006, 01:09 PM
sleepy jack Bone Machine Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Jesusland Posts: 17,242	Holyycrap. That was beautifulll Crowe. __________________ You're so evil and I'm so good, I'll make it up to you someday.

09-06-2006, 01:27 PM
Fenixpunk The Erroneous Hoodlum Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: West Side Phoenix Posts: 2,131	brilliantly composed. definetly strikes a nerve..like when they have to put ol' yeller to rest.. __________________ This message has been approved by Shawn Erroneous - Hoodlum Hardcore

09-07-2006, 11:40 AM
TrampInaTux that's my war face. Join Date: Nov 2005 Posts: 1,457	I want to be as good as you. I want to be able to touch peoples emotions in songs without seeming oversensitive. ****, lets have a talent transplant.

09-08-2006, 01:34 AM
Crowe Music Addict Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Chicago/St. Louie Posts: 690	Hobo, just read your other song and I think that you have your own talents. You don't need to be "as good as me" - stick to being as good as you... as long as you put everything into your writing - no matter how old you are - or how intelligent you perceive yourself to be... then you are, in fact, just "as good" as me or anyone else. As for being able to touch people's emotions... just think of a time when a certain emotion was evoked into you... happiness, sadness, etc... and what happened? If you were telling someone about it to their face... how would you tell it? The "oversensitive" lyrics come from people just trying to ****ing hard to tug those heartstrings... all you really need is honesty. Tell the story... paint it... don't go overboard, and you will be bringing smiles to peoples faces, or tears to their eyes, or anger to their throats...or pride to their chests. That's how you really get people's emotions. __________________ My silly experimental band: www.myspace.com/boyfromthestarsmusic