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Poetic License

from Darcy Hay by Darcy Hay

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A long, kinda strange, very loosely auto-biographical track with some sweet little slide guitar bits chucked in, and a rolling hillbilly melody

lyrics

I sat down one day,
with a pen and a pad - said that I was
going to write down everything that came into my head.
And I haven't gotten up since.

Eileen saw me sitting there;
asked what I was writing,
asked me for a quote.
I asked her for her address; said I'd write
her out a note, when I got around to it.

Arthur the Poet came around.
He sat himself down next to me;
said he'd read me out a little selection
from a verse that he'd just penned.
I wrote it down, with my own annotations, to which
he frowned, said a curse, then he got up and left.

I'm gonna use my poetic license.
The one that's been knocking at the door,
'cause I've been dragged through this whole trip before.

Then I had a vision of Isaiah.
He said "Son, why must you write when
there's so much still to read?"
I said, "Self-expression must surely come from within the self."
He opened up his mouth, to speak or say a prayer,
then he just laughed.

Then, a hopping lunatic,
screaming 'bout the war
and the things under his skin -
he rapped between my eye-brows and begged me to let him in.
I said "You're mad, but you're a human, and I'll help you."
Then the storm troopers took him away, down to Brockway.
I picked up my pen and stared writing again.


I’m gonna use my poetic license.
The one that’s been knocking at the door,
‘cause my whole life’s just a metaphor.

Days and weeks, months and even years;
I never left my seat, and my writing never ceased.

Then, something unexplainable
I can’t even say what, chiefly because it hasn't
actually happened yet, threw me from my chair,
ripped my pen from my hand.
Oh, I commenced then to stand.

I believe I'm gonna break through.
Gonna put down this pen, I'm never gonna write again.
Or, maybe one or two, or three, hundred thousand pages
somewhere down the line.

But I'm gonna rise, I’m gonna rise,
yes, I’m gonna rise.
Believe me, I'm gonna rise,
I'm gonna rise. I'm gonna rise.

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from Darcy Hay, released January 3, 2016
Darcy Hay - guitar, vocals, lyrics
Aaron Willcox - recording, production, mastering

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Darcy Hay Geraldton, Australia

Folk, country and blues singer-songwriter from the Midwest of Western Australia with a penchant for political and poetic lyricism, energetic guitar playing, authentic vocals and deft harmonica work

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