Nick Morgan

Nick Morgan

BandRockSinger/Songwriter

Applying my bachelor's degree in music (including extensive knowledge of melody, harmony, key structures and instrumentation) to writing pop-rock songs

Biography

I've been in and out of bands for almost ten years, but now I'm just trying my hand at doing solo stuff.

Lyrics

Run Me Down (Run Me Out)

Written By: Nick Morgan

I've got time on my side
But I still let it slip by
In this city all of my hopes
Aren't enough to keep me afloat
Have I sinned against myself?
Have I abandoned my friends?
Will anyone ever sing with me again
In the chill of the morning?
I can't say, oh I can't say

So run me down, run me out of this forsaken town
Should've left me behind long ago
Well I'll drop my name at the door
Pick up the dreams that I know

Without armor, without gold
Are dreams of starlight too much to hold?
I run with peasants who worship queens
All projected on movie screens
Storybook summers follow cold winter tales
But only for men, not for boys who have failed
In the fall of doubt
Carry me, please carry me

Or run me down, run me out of this forsaken town
Should've left me behind long ago
Well I'll drop my name at the door
Pick up the dreams that I know

Spy my energy
It's just enough to keep me free
Break down my loving screams
Check if they're just as hollow as they seem
Bleed out of me
Clear away all the sorrowful debris
I guarantee
To forget what I hear, what I feel
What I see

So run me out, run me down
I'm so sick of this town
Should've left it behind long ago
Yes I'm back on my feet
And I'm hitting the streets
To hell with the dreams that I've known

Well I'll drop my name at the door
Don't know what it's any good for
So I'll drop my name at the door
Pick up my life and I'll go

Silent Summer

Written By: Nick Morgan

Little boy wakes up from his dream in the early afternoon
He lies awake in bed, sifting through his head
He’s got nothing else to do
Scattered smoke blows out all over him, washing him to life
As he tries to hide what he lacks inside
Cuts come from a lonely knife

In the days of silent summer
Our thoughts are all we own

Empty hours pass by in a house he never called his home
The TV set, blaring lies and threats
Keeps him from feeling alone
Stands still, looks out the window and sings a hymn of pain
He hopes and prays there will come a day
When everything will change

In the days of silent summer
Our thoughts are all we own

When the sun’s going down and the night’s moving in
Wrapping you inside a hollowed out skin
You may look to the stars to help guide you along
But they can’t help if you don’t know where you belong
Feeling so weak, a part of the unknown
A generation humming with no song of their own
You’re flying down the highway and you’re nowhere-bound
Hoping that the radio brings the future’s sound

In the days of silent summer…

When the sun’s going down and the night’s moving in
Wrapping you inside a hollowed out skin
You may look to the stars to help guide you along
But they can’t help if you don’t know where you belong
The high-speed, media mangled fall from grace
Left a hundred million lumps of clay floating in space
Maybe some day you’ll get back on down
Plant your feet upon the Earth and help turn it around