Lirik Lagu The Story (life After Hemingway) - Marc Douglas Berardo
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I was dreaming about HemingwayAnd wondering why he quit before he was doneAt the end of a shotgun, He just gave upHis final chapter left unfinished and roughWell, so it goes/ that before the sun roseHe pulled himself from his bedAnd alone in his mind/ his body left behindHe decided he would be better off deadAnd after everything that he wrote, he didn’t bother with a suicide noteWhen before he could always find one true wordSo the old man fellAlone in his own hellSomewhere on an Idaho morningAnd in the distance tolled the bell for whom the money -men were left to sellThe story the man should have told himselfBecame someone else’s book upon the shelf
ChorusWhen out in the streets they mixed truth with liesTo sell what the old man did as glamorous and wiseThey said the great one went out in a blaze of gloryWhile the rest of us were left behind to sell the story
I guess emotion doesn’t matter when your merchandising painYet it is done so often we have forgotten who to blameSo left in the hands of others to describe his final hourWe are deprived of how the man himself could have said it with a quiet kind of powerSold as a t-shirt that he could not defendWe don’t have to confront the violenceOf the old man’s end
ChorusOr how the truth we know is mixed with liesLost somewhere between the who and the whysOr the madness in leaving in a blaze of gloryWhen we are left behind/ to tell the story
ChorusWhen out in the streets they mixed truth with liesTo sell what the old man did as glamorous and wiseThey said the great one went out in a blaze of gloryWhile the rest of us were left behind to sell the story
I guess emotion doesn’t matter when your merchandising painYet it is done so often we have forgotten who to blameSo left in the hands of others to describe his final hourWe are deprived of how the man himself could have said it with a quiet kind of powerSold as a t-shirt that he could not defendWe don’t have to confront the violenceOf the old man’s end
ChorusOr how the truth we know is mixed with liesLost somewhere between the who and the whysOr the madness in leaving in a blaze of gloryWhen we are left behind/ to tell the story
