Ren - For Joe lyrics
Ren Eryn Gill [Bangor, Gwynedd, Wales. U.S.]
[Ren - For Joe lyrics]
It's hard to take off from the ground
When your wings are cut your stomach burns
When you're drinking from an empty cup
You know the entire ocean
Came from my tear ducts?
I see the world through Fibonacci
Sequences and double Dutch
I guess there's some that's born lucky
There's some that's not
I tried to cut away my bitterness
Hatchet job i locked my youth inside
The trunk inside a pickup truck
Then dumped that whole thing over
That same bridge the night you jumped
I think about that sometimes vividly
What it felt like to look
Down and see tranquility
One sudden movement in a world of possibility
Only one movement to expose our fragility
I fucking miss you and I miss myself
I miss thinking we were
Indestructible as hell
I miss chilling by the pier
Cave and kicking back
With Callum, Hugo, Justin, Sagar
Stevie and the fucking lads
I miss missing that
I numbed myself to close the gap
I never even call them up
Distance is my plaster cast
To tell the truth, the day you jumped
My childhood jumped too
But, I still can't find the anger
All I find is missing you
Man I miss you with all my rhymes
I picture running five minutes quicker
I'm right on time
I picture pulling you back over
The edge and then we're crying
And holding you my brother
And telling you that it's fine
Not the way that it worked
I was late like a jerk
There's not a day where
I can find a way to break from the hurt
Your body missing so we never got
To wave to the hearse
I hope you're listening, I love you man
I miss you absurd, fuck
Burn, burn, burn on burn, burn, burn
Another domino, it falls
Across the way, another is born
How you supposed to raise a child
And give it courage from a storm?
In a world that is confusing
Contradictions pave our flaws
Some will say we're only human
Others judge us for our flaws
Some get born in sheets of satin
Some get by in tattered clothes
Some will die before they live
That's just how the story goes
But for those of us still with us
Who reside inside our hearts
Tell them proudly how you feel
And for those of us who aren't
Freckled angels stand strong
Freckled angels live on
Freckled angels climb higher
Freckled angels still inspire
Freckled angels won't forget ya
Teach me to live my life better
Thirteen years and still I miss ya
Now my wings are missing feather
Otherwise I'd come and join ya
But for now I'm here on earth
Stuck inside this mortal body
But for everything it's worth
Made me braver, made me wiser
Made me stronger, made me true
Made me face the world with courage
And that's all because of you
Freckled angels laugh the hardest
And their hearts, they are the largest
With their wings, they fly the farthest
So I know you're gonna be okay
Freckled angels live the longest
And their minds, they are the strongest
Oh their friends, they are the fondest
So I know you're gonna be okay
When your wings are cut your stomach burns
When you're drinking from an empty cup
You know the entire ocean
Came from my tear ducts?
I see the world through Fibonacci
Sequences and double Dutch
I guess there's some that's born lucky
There's some that's not
I tried to cut away my bitterness
Hatchet job i locked my youth inside
The trunk inside a pickup truck
Then dumped that whole thing over
That same bridge the night you jumped
I think about that sometimes vividly
What it felt like to look
Down and see tranquility
One sudden movement in a world of possibility
Only one movement to expose our fragility
I fucking miss you and I miss myself
I miss thinking we were
Indestructible as hell
I miss chilling by the pier
Cave and kicking back
With Callum, Hugo, Justin, Sagar
Stevie and the fucking lads
I miss missing that
I numbed myself to close the gap
I never even call them up
Distance is my plaster cast
To tell the truth, the day you jumped
My childhood jumped too
But, I still can't find the anger
All I find is missing you
Man I miss you with all my rhymes
I picture running five minutes quicker
I'm right on time
I picture pulling you back over
The edge and then we're crying
And holding you my brother
And telling you that it's fine
Not the way that it worked
I was late like a jerk
There's not a day where
I can find a way to break from the hurt
Your body missing so we never got
To wave to the hearse
I hope you're listening, I love you man
I miss you absurd, fuck
Burn, burn, burn on burn, burn, burn
Another domino, it falls
Across the way, another is born
How you supposed to raise a child
And give it courage from a storm?
In a world that is confusing
Contradictions pave our flaws
Some will say we're only human
Others judge us for our flaws
Some get born in sheets of satin
Some get by in tattered clothes
Some will die before they live
That's just how the story goes
But for those of us still with us
Who reside inside our hearts
Tell them proudly how you feel
And for those of us who aren't
Freckled angels stand strong
Freckled angels live on
Freckled angels climb higher
Freckled angels still inspire
Freckled angels won't forget ya
Teach me to live my life better
Thirteen years and still I miss ya
Now my wings are missing feather
Otherwise I'd come and join ya
But for now I'm here on earth
Stuck inside this mortal body
But for everything it's worth
Made me braver, made me wiser
Made me stronger, made me true
Made me face the world with courage
And that's all because of you
Freckled angels laugh the hardest
And their hearts, they are the largest
With their wings, they fly the farthest
So I know you're gonna be okay
Freckled angels live the longest
And their minds, they are the strongest
Oh their friends, they are the fondest
So I know you're gonna be okay
About the song Ren - For Joe
After Joe died the visits I paid to North Wales were fleeting. By being somewhere new I could be someone new. Brighton didn't just offer me a new chapter, it offered me a new book, and a whole new character.
On Monday I would make the difficult journey home because of music and the fund raising efforts of my incredible following. We managed to raise an incredible £21,000 for the RNLI, an incredible team of volunteers, who risk their lives without pay to aid calls of distress from British shores. The night Joe went missing they were out on the choppy stretch of water between Anglesey and the Mainland, until 5am, looking for Joe, without pay, from the goodness of their hearts. They continued the search efforts for the entire following week until hope dwindled. They owed us nothing, and gave us everything.
Yesterday I decided to pay a visit to Joe's mum and dad. I was asked to play them the new live session I recorded in Calgary. It was probably the most nervous I've been playing someone a video that I'd made. The topic isn't an easy one, especially for parents who have lost an incredible son. I nervously hit play, and the gravity of what I was showing sunk in and I began to cry. In the end we sat in silence, silently sobbing. Joes mum turned to me and smiled and we hugged, and I felt much lighter.
It made me really realise I guess what I've always known. Music is far more than music. It's a channel of communication for the things that are impossible to say. It's a bridge between the living and the dead. It's a way to stay immortal. It's a way to resurrect the dead. It's a universal language. It cuts down barriers of the parts of you which are encapsulated in steel cast iron. It allows frozen rivers to thaw and become un-stagnant. I owe myself, my life, everything I am to music. Music is the closest thing to god I know. I am so grateful to be doing what I do and to tap into this mystic force. My life, my energy, myself, I eternally devote to it.
On Monday I would make the difficult journey home because of music and the fund raising efforts of my incredible following. We managed to raise an incredible £21,000 for the RNLI, an incredible team of volunteers, who risk their lives without pay to aid calls of distress from British shores. The night Joe went missing they were out on the choppy stretch of water between Anglesey and the Mainland, until 5am, looking for Joe, without pay, from the goodness of their hearts. They continued the search efforts for the entire following week until hope dwindled. They owed us nothing, and gave us everything.
Yesterday I decided to pay a visit to Joe's mum and dad. I was asked to play them the new live session I recorded in Calgary. It was probably the most nervous I've been playing someone a video that I'd made. The topic isn't an easy one, especially for parents who have lost an incredible son. I nervously hit play, and the gravity of what I was showing sunk in and I began to cry. In the end we sat in silence, silently sobbing. Joes mum turned to me and smiled and we hugged, and I felt much lighter.
It made me really realise I guess what I've always known. Music is far more than music. It's a channel of communication for the things that are impossible to say. It's a bridge between the living and the dead. It's a way to stay immortal. It's a way to resurrect the dead. It's a universal language. It cuts down barriers of the parts of you which are encapsulated in steel cast iron. It allows frozen rivers to thaw and become un-stagnant. I owe myself, my life, everything I am to music. Music is the closest thing to god I know. I am so grateful to be doing what I do and to tap into this mystic force. My life, my energy, myself, I eternally devote to it.
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