Home

Fell on Black Days by Soundgarden (Chris Cornell)

Leave a comment

The Man was a gifted poet, musician, artist

Fell on Black Days

Whatsoever I’ve feared has come to life
Whatsoever I’ve fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded and now I’m doing time
Now I’m doing time
‘Cause I fell on black days
I fell on black days

Whomsoever I’ve cured, I’ve sickened now
And whomsoever I’ve cradled, I’ve put you down
I’m a search light soul they say
But I can’t see it in the night

I’m only faking when I get it right
When I get it right

‘Cause I fell on black days
I fell on black days

How would I know
That this could be my fate?
How would I know
That this could be my fate? Yeah

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

So what you wanted to see good
Has made you blind
And what you wanted to be yours
Has made it mine

Don’t you lock up something
That you wanted to see fly
Hands are for shaking
No, not tying, no, not tying

I sure don’t mind a change
I sure don’t mind a change
Yeah, I sure don’t mind, sure don’t mind a change
I sure don’t mind a change

‘Cause I fell on black days
I fell on black days

How would I know
That this could be my fate?
How would I know
That this could be my fate?

How would I know
That this could be my fate?
How would I know
That this could be my fate?

I sure don’t mind a change

Written by Chris Cornell • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management US, LLC

R.I.P Chris Cornell

Leave a comment

Say hello to Heaven Chris
It’s painful how much you’ll be missed

My heart breaks to think you’re gone
That you’ll never write another song

My ears will ever long to hear your voice
And poetic words with eloquent choice

Sometimes low and deep, stirring the soul
To loud and scratchy raising the pulse

Your pain spoke to me and helped me cope
Channeled my rage to avoid the rope

I’m sorry the rope found you my friend
Suppose all succumb to its beckon in the end

Thank you for sharing your pain and torment
Your art will endure, leave a lasting imprint

I will mourn you ahead in some black days
Embrace the black hole sun’s chilling warm rays

Though too short you are great among men
A true artist to the bitter sweet end