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Friday, November 18, 2011

Diamonds

Diamonds


Once I got this fancy job
I can't lie, I got fat
Once you get a backyard to maintain
it gets hard to go back

I try to pull the pain from the most mundane of places
but it all feels weak:
a wrinkle on my face
a cold sore in the cheek

but if you stack the world on my back,
if you squeeze the eyes from my head
I'll still make those diamonds, diamonds, diamonds
diamonds 'til I'm dead

Call it what you will:
a changing of the tune
a pepper in the mill
a salting of the wound

so now it takes a week to write a song about writer's block
and all I do is watch the clock

but if you take the soup from my bowl,
ya, if you take the love from my bed, 
if you take the hope from my soul
well I'll still give you diamonds, diamonds, 
diamonds 'til I'm dead
diamonds 'til I'm dead 
I still make those diamonds, diamonds, diamonds 
diamonds 'til I'm dead

[blazing solo]

Is it wrong that there's nothing wrong?
Without conflict is it still a song?

Should I take the money and stand still?
Should I trade the wind for the trees? 
Or can I bear the weight with my will?
Can I break the world on my knees?

all for  those diamonds, diamonds, diamonds,
diamonds 'til I'm dead

I still make those diamonds, diamonds, diamonds,
diamonds 'til I'm dead

I make those diamonds, diamonds, diamonds,
diamonds 'til I'm dead

Still make those diamonds, diamonds, diamonds 

diamonds 'til I'm dead

4 comments:

Ashley Allen said...

Si.

Glenn said...

Awesome song! Gonna be rocking this all day at work tomorrow. Keep the great music coming and happy holidays, Gavin.

Maren B said...

Yes, without conflict it is still a song. And it's awesome.

Unknown said...

Not to encourage you towards music, but Drake mirrored my feelings when he said, at breakfast last week, "I just believe that someday some key is going to turn and Gavin is going to make it big. That's how I respect his talent." Making it big or not, I sure respect your talent. -Dad