Bill Gaunce
Cry
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Cry
© 2009 Bill Gaunce

Heartfelt true confessions
Met with mixed revues
Spinning like you're crazy
Waltzing in new shoes
All the rancid lessons
Hold nothing that is new
When your mind is made of plastic
Cellophane and glue

And I'll cry, cry for you baby

Penciled in appointments
Falling off a page
Shooting numbers into space
Fueling up the rage
Poor Miss Information
Spoon fed what you know
Melting in the sunlight
Like footprints in the snow

And I'll cry, cry for you baby

You should have shot the moon
When you had your pistol loaded
But you were blinded by the backfire
When everything exploded
Thrashing into fits
too small to piece together
It's shattered into bits
And rusting in the weather

And I'll cry, cry for you baby

When everything has ended
And your fences have been mended
All the rancid lessons
Will hold nothing that is new
Cause your mind was made of plastic
Cellophane and glue

And I'll cry, cry for you baby
Credits
Lyrics Credits: Bill Gaunce
Music Credits: Bill Gaunce
Producer Credits: Bill Gaunce
Publisher Credits: Bill Gaunce
Performance Credits: Bill Gaunce / Drummer - Max Sivkov Recorded in Voxengo sound recording studio
Metadata
Song Length: 4:40
Primary Genre: Rock-Classic
Secondary Genre: Rock-Roots/Rock n' Roll
Tempo: Medium (111 - 130)
Language: English
Era: 1970 - 1979