Wednesday, March 11, 2009

 

The Songs of Theo Schaffer - part 1

My young friend Theo (or 3 as he is also known) has given me permission to post some of his song lyrics that they may be seen by a larger audience. He and his band, Lost Luggage, are still a little reticent about posting videos of their performances but given that their school’s policy on such things is a bit vague and there exist far more potentially dangerous attentions to attract than those of the dean such caution is not unwarranted. This is the first installment in The Songs of Theo Schaffer. Some references may be obscure but given that he is only just fourteen and lives in a world much darker than this one I think he’s off to a pretty good start.
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You Took My Hand
Words by Theo Schaffer music by Ian Brady & Theo Shaffer

Children fall and skin their knees
Some might want to think that’s me
But I don’t bruise that easily
Though the odds were stacked against us
Trapped behind their tallest fences
Escape, escape was on our minds
So they brought down their boots and clubs
Brought their searchlights and their guns
And they let loose their dogs to terrify

And then you took my hand
And magic filled the air
Magic not my own
I felt wings I hadn’t grown
When you took my hand
And everything came clear
I knew why I was here
I felt wings I hadn’t grown
When you took my hand

We were cattle herded to the slaughter
They didn’t care that we were sons and daughters
Of people they would never know
Up into our crying places
We put on our bravest faces
I didn’t know if I would break or bend

And then you took my hand
And everything came clear
I knew why I was here
I felt wings I hadn’t grown
When you took my hand


Out of the prison, out from the pain
To seek and find our freedom train
In cities strange on highways stranger
Your eyes wide in the face of danger
I didn’t know what you would do
Were you sure of me
Like I was sure of you
It was time to take a stand

And then you took my hand
And we were stronger than any foe
We knew what we had to know
I felt wings I hadn’t grown
When you took my hand
And magic filled the air
Magic not my own
I felt wings I hadn’t grown
When you took my hand

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