From the recording The Iciclist
At closing time, Iciclist leaves the club with some new friends. The streets are packed. In the crowd a fight breaks out. People are being thrown around and punches are flying. Shots ring out. The police arrive and the situation grows more fraught with anger and tension. The police, dressed in riot gear, aggressively try to break up the fight. A gunfight ensues. The Iciclist covers his friend and one of the friends he is with gets shot. The police begin arresting people while the gunmen have fled in their cars. The streets and sidewalks are littered with 6 dead and 12 wounded. The Iciclist holds the wounded woman and comforts her. But she dies before the EMTS arrive. He lays her peacefully in the street.
Performed by Ben Shaw and Jamie Hill
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jamie Hill at The Department of
Energy Management Studios in Tacoma, WA.
All songs written and copyrighted by Benjamin Beckwith Shaw
All rights reserved
Lyrics
She lays in the street
Dreams incomplete
Tires screech
Panderers preach
Sirens bleed
Thoughts and prayers in symphony.
If you are lost, troubled, I will stay right here.
If you are lost, troubled, I will stay right here.
She was a child,
mother and a bride
There are no sides
When the ambulance arrives.
The chorus bleeds
Thoughts and prayers in symphony
If you are lost, troubled, I will stay right here.
If you are lost, troubled, I will stay right here.
Those who survive
Grieve in due time
Nightmares subside
As the wounds begin to dry.
The silence speaks
Thoughts and prayers in symphony
If you are lost, troubled, I will stay right here.
If you are lost, troubled, I will stay right here.
If you are lost, troubled, I will stay right here.
If you are lost, troubled, I will stay right here.