Mourning Glory
from Mourning Glory by Nowherebound
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lyrics
Mourning Glory
We spent our innocence on bikes at war, with neighbor kids armed with stick shaped swords, but...
We could own the block, if we could hold the yard.
Then adolescence and rebellion met, fell in love sharing boredom and cigarettes,
And we could own the world, if we could leave the yard.
And the years kept stealing days,
while the nights wept sweet refrains...
Still I’m mourning glory
In bedtime stories
As yesterdays offer ghosts up to the grave.
And a life less boring
Left Pan to his snoring,
As the crocodile shed tears for childhood’s end...
Where we start again.
Rolled my 20’s down a slippery slope,
Clinging onto every shred of hope, I had
On down the rabbit hole, on down the road.
Tried to find just where the sidewalk ends,
Left the skeletons at home with friends, while I...
left my sins on shoulders of road.
And the years kept stealing days,
While the nights wept sweet refrains...
Still I’m mourning glory
In bedtime stories
Let yesterdays offer toasts up from the grave.
And this life less boring
Left this old man snoring,
As the fairytale raised a glass to childhood’s end...
Where we start again.
And diaries and journals found their place atop the music,
every hurdle, every journey, every misstep, we could use it...
And while glory fades to black and white in the dreams of kids, on starry nights,
it’s never shined a brighter hopeful light than it did when we were soldiers in the yard...
And while roads less traveled were often gravel,
We made our case, gave mob the gavel, cause this was life, and we would not lose it...not yet anyway.
We’d choose to watch the glory fade,
as youth lost its war with time and age, but soldiers never were so brave
as when they made their great escape out of the yard...
Still I’m mourning glory
With bedtime stories
We’ll wake each new tomorrow from the grave
Living life less boring,
For death or glory
As troubadours en route to childhood’s end...
Where we start again.
We spent our innocence on bikes at war, with neighbor kids armed with stick shaped swords, but...
We could own the block, if we could hold the yard.
Then adolescence and rebellion met, fell in love sharing boredom and cigarettes,
And we could own the world, if we could leave the yard.
And the years kept stealing days,
while the nights wept sweet refrains...
Still I’m mourning glory
In bedtime stories
As yesterdays offer ghosts up to the grave.
And a life less boring
Left Pan to his snoring,
As the crocodile shed tears for childhood’s end...
Where we start again.
Rolled my 20’s down a slippery slope,
Clinging onto every shred of hope, I had
On down the rabbit hole, on down the road.
Tried to find just where the sidewalk ends,
Left the skeletons at home with friends, while I...
left my sins on shoulders of road.
And the years kept stealing days,
While the nights wept sweet refrains...
Still I’m mourning glory
In bedtime stories
Let yesterdays offer toasts up from the grave.
And this life less boring
Left this old man snoring,
As the fairytale raised a glass to childhood’s end...
Where we start again.
And diaries and journals found their place atop the music,
every hurdle, every journey, every misstep, we could use it...
And while glory fades to black and white in the dreams of kids, on starry nights,
it’s never shined a brighter hopeful light than it did when we were soldiers in the yard...
And while roads less traveled were often gravel,
We made our case, gave mob the gavel, cause this was life, and we would not lose it...not yet anyway.
We’d choose to watch the glory fade,
as youth lost its war with time and age, but soldiers never were so brave
as when they made their great escape out of the yard...
Still I’m mourning glory
With bedtime stories
We’ll wake each new tomorrow from the grave
Living life less boring,
For death or glory
As troubadours en route to childhood’s end...
Where we start again.
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from Mourning Glory,
released October 25, 2019
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Nowherebound Austin, Texas
Musical magnets for each other, this punk rock band ignited in 2010. They sing to you all over the world but always return home to their roots in Austin, Texas. Featuring members of Born To Lose and New Disaster, Nowherebound integrates traditional punk with rock and roll while weaving in threads of gritty country and folk. ... more
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