Song about wanting to die.
I write and produce my own material on 8 track studio. I play all the instruments unless otherwise specified.
Story behind the song
Written when a teenager and feeling low after a break up.
Lyrics
Leave me alone, I want to die.
Leave me alone, don’t look me in the eye.
I am sorry, for I’m insane.
But first I’ll kill the dream, for causing me pain.
Leave me alone, I want to die.
Leave me alone, don’t say goodbye.
My time has come, I’m at an end.
Nothing to fix, nothing to mend.
When they put me into the ground.
Play the Madcap Laughs for me.
Bury my body in Barrett’s dissolving sound.
This will set my soul free.
Set my soul, set my soul, set my soul, set my soul, set my soul, set my soul free.
The fish in the aquarium are saying my name, as they drain my self-image from a lane of chains. And I look into the bottle of mother’s taught nightmare, the hair on my bed thinks it’s a chair, for a want of a reason or a season of repeats. Sarah Jane Smith melts in the heat of a ray that sits on the very first moment of May. I say to the poet, you know it’s all mice, that lick on the wounds of don’t look twice.
Rice Lane Chip Shop, lost in my sock, dropped on a moor, found in a clock.
Leave me alone, I want to die.
Leave me alone, don’t look me in the eye.
My blood is scant, my shoes are dim.
Take me to, the Brother’s Grimm.
The frocks of my sisters’ blister in the sun, shot with whit, shot with gum, chewed and bubbled, oh not troubled or wretched, stretched beyond the imagination of missing chess sets. Let me walk into the cacophony of a painful rendezvous, let me lie in a casket made from the perils of you. Soothe me with horse mints, stay me with Bowie. The last dance is here, but it isn’t a slowie. For life is fast, getting faster by the minute, but I’m no longer here, I’m no longer in it.
My will is writ in bits a drabs, it’s my will, made out of rags.
When they lower me into the ground
Play The Final Cut for me.
Bury my body in Waters sentient sound
And I shall no longer be.
Set my soul, set my soul, set my soul, set my soul, set my soul, set my soul free.
My will by Laurence Wilson
