Silent Nightingale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Song Lyrics  |  House: Booksie Classic
I've been getting some great comments on my other song, Send Me to Sleep, so I decided to repost a similar song I wrote and posted on here a while ago.
This song is completely about metaphors and symbolism. So feel free to interpret it anyway you want and also, please, share your interpretations because that's why it was written.
Thank you.

Submitted: October 09, 2011

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The judge says

“I can’t help you here,

This isn’t the place to be,

Vengeful and deceitful

So don’t leave this up to me”


~

Yeah he’ll pound the gavel into dust

And leave you to rot

No care in the world except for

what he forgot

~

Angel with the clipped wings

Spare them your blood

Feathers against the sun

And Lost in the wind

Little lonely one

Don’t tell them who you are

~

{Because

~

Handcuffs aren’t just for thieves

The noose isn’t for the rogues

Sometimes you gotta take the pious

And hang them from their toes

~

The guillotine doesn’t judge

Upon race or rank or age

Blood is blood and nothing more

Time to trade the chains

~

Because

~

The Judge pounds the gavel into dust

And everyone knows

?“your iron cage can’t rust”}

~

The judge says,

“Your sins are too great,

Transgress upon me no m ore,

Take your sorrow and remorse

Don’t get hit by the door”

~

Oh he’ll pound his gavel into dust

And leave you in the stocks

Condemnation and damnation

No salvation from these rocks

~

Rose without your thorns

Spare them your blood

Petals against the sun

And Lost in the wind

Little Lonely one

Don’t let them in

~

{Because

~

Handcuffs aren’t just for thieves

The noose isn’t for the rogues

Sometimes you gotta take the pious

And hang them from their toes

~

The guillotine doesn’t judge

Upon race or rank or age

Blood is blood and nothing more

Time to trade the chains

~

Because

~

The Judge pounds the gavel into dust

And everyone knows

your iron cage can’t rust”}



The doctor says,

“I’m sorry we couldn’t save her,

I wish we could’ve tried

These bruises and those beatings,

She never should’ve died”

~

Yes, he’ll pound his gavel into dust

And leave you in the morgue

Put on his welder’s mask

And turn back into his forge

~

Nightingale without a voice

Spare them your blood

Feathers against he sun

And Lost in the wind

Little silent one

Don’t you cry

~

{Because

~

Blindfolds aren’t just for the blind

Death isn’t just for the bad

Sometimes you have to take the whip

And turn it on its hand

~

The guillotine doesn’t judge

Upon race or rank or age

Blood is blood, nothing more

It’s time to trade the chains

?~

Because

~

The Judge pounds his gavel into dust

And everyone knows

coffins in the ground can’t rust”}


 

 


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