Records We Used To Play by Bronze Nazareth

[jimtaylor]

This actually isn't mine, it is my little brothers but I enjoyed it so much I thought I would share it. We have two very different writing styles and have both always been a bit.... odd.... We are similar in many ways but at the same time complete opposites when people get to know us.

Fear appeared in, and when I hear the end is near

Unblock the ear and drop the beer, I got the gear

Of dearest words to make these statements clear

And when I study our history of slave pens

6/10’s of men to move West and enslave men

Tom killing Ben, because of brotherly resentment

Import millions of tortured peasants to arm them and teach war lessons

Due to political tension, but are promised pension

When they’re destined to be buried by war-time aggression

Until scientists mention to the army of a new bomb invention

Hiroshima and Nagasaki to Cambodia and ‘Nam

Draft children into conflicts while they’re raised by Mom

Now joins their father’s gone, fight alongside cons

Their family back home protected by mafia dons

Then come back shone in a casket while his friends cry their song

Yelling, “Screw the government, they’re wrong and we’re strong.”

Grasping the bong, they resist America’s power like the Vietcong

Until they’re gunned down by the cops because they didn’t stop

Red dots covered their shirts where they were popped

Shouldn’t have laid eyes on that day

Back when we heard the records we used to play

Now we hear the cries of terror where bodies lay

*Intermission*

We were all killed, and when I hear the silence of bodies still

Some took the pill or were victims of marksmen skill

Who fulfilled the call of ill-leaders and enjoyed the thrill

And until I see another revolutions of this illusion

Without the execution of people tired of being inhuman

According to the constitution, we’re all free men, but that’s unproven

And that this was the solution for all the confusion

Like there’s reconstruction when the world’s in ruins

Or the papers saying you’re free when there’s still slave traders

Knave traitors destroying nature for a handsome wager

To erase the glaciers and destroy any unfriendly neighbors

Taser the teen in the throat cause they had nothing to lose when they’re broke

Then promote the cop when parents at the funeral wear overcoats

Removed the anecdote as they choke on the crucible and statement they wrote

To hope for the future to shift cause their child’s life was short-lived

And the kid thought life was a gift of sunshine, no cloud rifts

Though it consists of thrifts and pessimists

Walking around pissed off cause life isn’t how they wished

Before they knew it, they diminished and life was finished

Due to the world not being the image they portrayed

But there’ll be a day when you realize you can’t pause and replay

It’ll be okay, so stay and listen to the records we used to play

 

[jimtaylor]

There are a couple I am going to be posting....
I remember playing in my room
I would’ve never guessed what I heard soon
You were in an accident but I assumed you weren’t doomed
So I sat back watching those cartoons, but for hours I hear phone tunes
Before I knew it, we were driving, leaving home in car fumes
I knew something was wrong, especially what I hear 30 minutes before noon
“Nate’s gone.” Your brother is finally home
By his tone, the fear and sorrow made my bones shiver
The worst news is delivered at a time I began to wither
My sister starts crying while everyone else is bitter
Because we all knew at the moment, the loss couldn’t be bigger
And for a moment, I wish I could pull the trigger
Because my tears created an inescapable river, making me quiver
But I know you’d be there to lead the way, so come hither
Through the darkness, I embarked this struggle that made me heartless
Even artless because even the greatest dreams and visions were sparkless
For the longest time, I tried to harness the sound of your voice
I want to let you know, this would’ve never been my choice
I took for granted your words and laugh as just noise
We were boys, now we’re grown and you’re gone, soon we’ll rejoice

*Chorus*

Never goodbye… (x7)

*End Chorus*
I remember finally making it to the hospital
To see your face, that image should’ve been erased, but that’s impossible
That’d be optimal to remember you for being unstoppable
But the Grim Reaper took you from us as the hole only goes deeper
And the climb back up only became steeper
We became weepers because it wasn’t a movie, but the story of tragedy in theatre
But the emotions and my well-being is difficult managing
When the loss is damaging the bond we’ve been bandaging since the divorce of Dad and Mom
Then coming to hear the funeral songs and holy psalms
Devoted life souly to you at that instant to prolong your existence
Never ever did I want to see an even greater distance
As I witness your casket close and the tension is thickest
That day I left one short of a brother
A distraught father and mother left with a family to suffer
For we all knew, there couldn’t be another like you
And that those times spent, we grew together are gone too
When you died, you took a part of me with you
I’ve survived the grind, I still cry that you’re not alive
But it’s never goodbye

*Chorus*

Never goodbye… (x7)

*End Chorus/Song*

 

[jimtaylor]

Lyrical nonsense and spiritual fondness
Two contradicting forms like writer poems and imperial sonnets
Like serial killers in court preaching to the jury their honest
When they carried shotguns in flower bonnets
Like the prophet saying he can predict the path of a flying comet
Or the government saying they can drop the gauntlet and make deposits
But I look upon it to see spiritual lyrics our verdict
Of murderers stalking a prey cause they heard it
If it was right for them, they deserved it
But I observed it as being the most absurd of things obscured
Of all things impure in this world, we create a disease, not a cure
Instead of letting the man at least live at ease
They killed him and poured him in the seas for unpaid deeds
And rumors of unsaid things that offended the gang lord
Even his birth made him want to cut the cord
Didn’t even get to tour the rest of his life cause he had to jump the boards
Cause he was poor, but what he lacked in wealth, his spirit was the core
And that made him worth even more

*Intermission*
Have you ever heard of an oracle that was historical?
Or did you ever read the article of his bones stacked on coral?
Oh did you see the horror of his life lashed in turmoil?
Of course you didn’t cause you read more about the royals
While his bones are now under soil, under the gargoyle
If he was you, would your dearest friends still be loyal?
See he had no clue until his nightmares were absolute
He saw the truth through this death, no confession booth
Words like that never sooth the blisters and scars under his boots
Left him mute like his father who never thought before he’d shoot
Left behind a cute wife and boy who didn’t know what to do
Cause his only dad was able to be seen at a guarded constitute
Inherited his attributes instead of those evils he’d rebuke
That night he looked through the yearbook for the most popular
It was more awkward cause he was a photographer himself
But the blow is dealt and the pain is felt, no pity is offered
The sorrow of his father couldn’t be seen, even with binoculars

 

[jimtaylor]

I have always enjoyed my brothers writing, so I thought I would share it with everybody. He has a very unique mind and I have always had to be very patient with him, which I did not always accomplish. Still, I enjoy his writing and I thought some might here as well.