I am a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm travellin' through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed shall ever sleep
I’m going home to see my mother
And all my loved ones who've gone on
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I am a poor wayfarin' stranger
I'm travellin' through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
>>119944
Ah
Is this all real?
You're stuck in my head
Drowning
Falling into you
You look at me the same
But I can't reciprocate
Fragrant air
And then I see your face
I see your face
I see your face
I want to feel
Only when I'm with you
Black and white
I'm stuck in the loops of your mind
Black and white
I wish that I could call you mine
There is no
Going back
You look at me the same
But I can't reciprocate
Fragrant air
And then I see your face
I see your face
I see your face
Oh
Oh, oh
I'll fake it through the day
With some help from Johnnie Walker Red
Send the poison rain down the drain
To put bad thoughts in my head
With two tickets torn in half
And a lot of nothing to do
Do you miss me, Miss Misery
Like you say you do?
A man in the park
Read the lines in my hand
Told me I'm strong and hardly ever wrong
I said, "Man, you mean you"
I had plans for both of us
That involved a trip out of town
To a place I seen in a magazine
That you'd left lying around
I don't have you with me
But I keep a good attitude
Do you miss me, Miss Misery
Like you say you do?
I know you'd rather see me gone
Than to see me the way that I am
But I am in the life anyway
Next door, the TV's flashing
Blue frames on the wall
It's a comedy of errors, you see
It's about taking a fall
To vanish into oblivion
It's easy to do
And I try to be, but you know me
I come back when you want me to
Do you miss me, Miss Misery
Like you say you do?
A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired, unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
And no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
This is my final fit
My final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please
Such a pretty house
And such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises, please (let me out of here)
>>119980
I prefer the 1917 version by Jos Slovick
It is a haunting song, of a boy willing to go back to his father, to his mother. Of a man singing peacefully, yearning for home, for peace, for his parents.
https://youtu.be/fp7mdSMNQB0?si=U5I9WUIrZWiBJBiChttps://youtu.be/fp7mdSMNQB0?si=U5I9WUIrZWiBJBiC
