Tism - You're A Long Way From Home Part 2 lyrics

From the guitar in his hands A nightmarish C chord struggles then dies at birth Roadies trained for years in loyal rescue Stand arms crossed side of stage like paramedics unmoved by misery His 90 words per minute fingers try again Only the loudness of the PA prevents him hearing the dull during that began after the first song Beyond the stage lights The darkness seems ready to throw itself forward and smother him This stage is the barron hill upon which ancient mothers left children to die The journalist hitches the guitar strap upon his shoulder For year now his critical mastery of the rock genre Has fulled prose of unrelenting acuteness Yet who would have thought these instruments would be so heavy Looks in confused despair at the six strings Longing for the safe complexity of his computer monitor and a qwerty keyboard At last a justified arc of gla** and beer Swings in it's gleeful parabola toweards his head Later in hospital he seems to remember sensing the stubby's weight before it broke upon the finally explained senesbilities of his skin "You're a long way from home, Journo boy"