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Dreary Days

from The Blackest of Dogs by Chris Harris

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The days spent grinding at the coalface
The rain is pounding down outside
Our gaze is blinding in the workplace
All fun resoundingly denied

Alcohol the common answer
Pass the hours in a haze
Boredom creeping like a cancer
Through the dreariest of days

No inspiration here worth finding
Imaginations fail to spark
Memories not worth reminding
The briefest flicker going dark

We long for any brief distraction
Joining in each mindless cause
But our thoughts can't find the traction
To escape these dreary days

Sleep provides its futile soothing
The rain outside is falling still
Tomorrow sets about removing
Any last remaining thrill

One day we'll manage to remember
When life would set our minds ablaze
We'll light a fire in deep December
And we'll cast off those dreary days

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from The Blackest of Dogs, track released May 3, 2016

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Chris Harris Bristol, UK

I'm still trying to get the music I record to sound like the version I can hear in my head. To do this I've ended up playing every instrument I can get my hands on. These days, I'm closer to "That Sound" than I used to be, but the journey continues.

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