I am trying to write my first real story song a la Harry Chapin
The name is "Kensington Beach." Could I have your input to my lyrics? I am writing the music now.
In urban Pennsylvania, there’s a place that no will see
None will bare to listen and none want to creep
Philadelphia has its eagles, but those are out of reach
Especially those of us who live on Kensington Beach
I ending up on Kensington when my luck turned into black
Lost and cold and broken, there was no looking back
I am under a parasol as the junkies start to screech
Living on the concrete on Kensington Beach
My eyes have seen the horrors only found in distant lands
As I lay under the trains on a beach with no sand
Those that pass sneer their lips, the others don’t want to see
If it weren’t for the grace of God, you could also be me
Unless you need to be here, you will never come
Temptation of the market has landed a home for a sum
A prick and then you watch people fold themselves in half
It’s a release that need to escape the pain at hand
Summer time is brutal when you’re lost out on the streets
I’ve watched too many fall and die to escape summer heat
But winter time is wicked
when the cruel wind brings the snow
Here, lost in Kensington, you’ll die before you know
I am the wasted refuse where no one seems to care
Those in charge claim they’ll come, but they don’t even dare
We are the underbelly with one foot in the sand
And no one wants to notice as we are the living dammed
Overture
Am I a human being?
What have I become?
What am doing with my life?
I never planned to be here
I just lost my way
Why am I sliding down this knife?
Watch the reckless
Watch the hopeless
Watch the forgotten
Watch the undead
I am undead
I am not dead!
Wondering where the world went as I look at my harm
Years of self abuse I have jammed into my arm
The women sell the only thing they have in this world
Some are old as the sun, most are little girls
My mind is escaping now.
My pain is erasing now.
I am no different that the people that I see
I will remain a resident of Kensington Beach
I am lost but I feel at home on Kensington Beach
Slow
A toothless man came to me and sat by my side
He said that I was different and why I’m trying to hide
I didn’t care to answer him as put on the strap to tap
A few second later, I would begin to relapse
Once I had a future, as did everybody here
Trauma and life turned for the worse, so we all disappeared
We are different kind of life that no one understands
We are evolved even more than the normal living man
NORMAL
Today I looked in a mirror and saw looking at me
A shell of the person that I knew I used to be
I didn’t recognize myself even though I tried to see
I’m a resident of The Beach, but I needed to flee
I went down an alley sat down and began to cry
This wasn’t what I would make of my life and then wanted to die
But everything in the past is gone and won’t return
All the roads are destroyed and all the bridge burned
I am alone. I am forgotten. I am done.
I hurt myself all the time so I can’t hurt no one
I need to accept myself so I can learn to grow
Accepting what condition so at last, I will know
I am the wasted refuse where no one seems to care
Those in charge claim they’ll come, but they don’t even dare
We are the underbelly with one foot in the sand
And no one notices we are the living dammed
And no one notices we are the living dammed
And no one notices we are the living dammed
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