Song Lyrics
These Lyrics Broke Me And Then Stitched Me Up - You Need to Hear Sleeping At Last
If you seek songs that leave you shattered and whole at the same time - keep reading. There are artists you listen to, and then there are artists who listen to you. Sleeping At Last has always felt like the latter. With lyrics that carry comfort, brokenness, love, grief, and acceptance all at once, Ryan O'Neal captures emotions so delicately it feels like he's stitching them together with light.
By Scarlett R. 🍁about a year ago in Poets
Grease, Grit, & Gasoline
I was watching the news as of lately realized, we are still fighting over oil in 2025. My kind, hardworking late Dad, big Vic, was a mechanic who loved his work. He worked with oil, gasoline, and all those products. He didn't fight over the guy’s gas station down the street. They would shake hands. talk & laugh. The only argument I remember is the time when my dad worked for a real jerk before he bought his own gas station. The jerk boss refused to buy a heater, fan, or AC for my dad’s stall. My dad was not angry. He went to the bank and borrowed money to buy the gas station down the street from his jerk boss. He opened his own gas station. His former jerk boss visited my Dad ready for a fight. My Dad, big Vic, shook his hand, invited him to see his new station. The first thing my dad showed the old boss was his his AC and heater. The guy left. My Dad told him, “Have a wonderful day. Come back anytime.” That was decades ago in another reality of time and space. My Dad just wanted to work hard, take care of his family, and bring home the bacon. So, my friends, I wrote this country song dedicated to my late Dad, big Vic. He was my hero!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Run and fly, sons of Zion
*Boom... Boom... Boom.. "Run and fly, sons of Zion" Leave the land, it's not yours — it's Palestinian The West protected you for years in vain Now you're drunk with power, soaked in disdain *Boom... Boom... Boom.. Hatred’s burning deep inside Since long ago, you couldn't hide Killing, bombing — for what gain? Look at Gaza, feel the pain! A game of murder you repeat You kill and strike, and never weep In Lebanon, you brought the rot In Syria too, you've stained the plot *Boom... Boom... Boom.. But now the time has come at last The warning came — you ran too fast “Iran's a threat!” you scream with fear “We'll strike them down within a year” *Boom... Boom... Boom.. No nukes, no leaders, just the lies You're the dumbest under skies Life’s a loan, and justice wins Oppressors fall — it always spins Your bombs have killed in Gaza's streets But now you taste what vengeance eats You're drinking from the same old cup The mud is thick, you're drowning up *Boom... Boom... Boom.. Iran’s fire both night and day Missiles of thunder find their way Some of you now flee the fight Saying: “We have no claim, no right” But Iran’s voice is loud and clear Boom boom — it strikes the ear It’s judgment time, the end is near *Boom... Boom... Boom..
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
