Unreleased Lyrics

If you dig areound, you may find some of these unreleased Harbour Grace songs out there:

  • Time Gone By
  • Drift
  • Empty Shell
  • Dear Mother

Time Gone By

Turn me upside down
Pull down on my strings
Deliver me from
All the wrongful things

Make me do which I
Have not yet tried
Subdue my hate
Withheld inside

Standing on the edge of my conscience wall
Push me back so I won’t fall

Time has gone by
Never waited for me
Left me behind
Alone and empty

Try to start again
Let me start again
Can’t accept the end
Unless it is my end


Drift

Sometimes I find myself hiding behind a wall
That’s insulated by my compulsive side
Sometimes I find myself beating on myself
Nothing left at all no one behind the wall

No it’s not your fault
It’s just me being real
No matter what you say
Can’t change the way I feel

I can’t believe myself letting it slide this far
I’m isolated by my entire life
I can’t believe myself I never wondered why
I can’t see myself twenty years from now

No it’s not your fault
It’s just me being real
No matter what you say
Can’t change the way I feel


Empty Shell

Cold and callous are the things you say to me
Full of harm and hard to swallow still in me
Killing me like a poison could only come from you
Leaving nothing but an empty dying shell

How could you say this to me
Make me feel so worthless and wrong
You live so deep in me
Right where my soul belongs

Backwards are the values you display to me
Wanting more for nothing everything is free
Somehow you deserve what others cannot find
Strive for nothing life’s so easy for your kind

How could you say this to me
Make me feel so worthless and wrong
You live so deep in me
Right where my soul belongs


Dear Mother

Broken home an understatement
Overlooked can’t be replaced
Can’t imagine how he made it
All the blackness that he faced

Lessons learned won’t be forgotten
Treats his boy like
He’s a king
Can’t imagine how he made it

Beaten down rising up
Drink the poison from her cup
Feeling numb
Full of pain
Ever still he must refrain

Trophy child nobody knew
To his friends he seemed the same
What he wrote just can’t be true
Was for closure not for fame