{"id":16546,"date":"2008-05-17T19:47:09","date_gmt":"2008-05-17T22:47:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/screamyell.com.br\/blog\/?p=16546"},"modified":"2018-01-30T19:48:53","modified_gmt":"2018-01-30T22:48:53","slug":"my-silence-is-in-vain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/2008\/05\/17\/my-silence-is-in-vain\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cMy silence is in vain\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"center\"><em><strong>\u201cMy Secret Is My Silence\u201d, Roddy Woomble<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><em>If you never leave the highlands<br \/>\nlike you\u2019re drowning under rain<br \/>\nand your sadness tastes like whiskey<br \/>\nand my body breathes the same<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><em>and ill drain my wisdom empty<br \/>\njust to feel that space again<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><em>but you know nothing is outside<br \/>\nand my secret is my silence<br \/>\nmy secret is my silence<br \/>\nand my silence is in vain<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><em>im sick of living in these buildings<br \/>\nthat were built from blood and rain<br \/>\nand from the warm side of the window<br \/>\nthe views always look the same<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><em>but your face it held the stories<br \/>\nfull of dreams it can contain<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><em>but you know nothing is outside<br \/>\nand my secret is my silence<br \/>\nmy secret is my silence<br \/>\nand my silence is in vain<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><em>but you know nothing is outside<br \/>\nand my secret is my silence<br \/>\nmy secret is my silence<br \/>\nand my silence is in vain<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><em>and you held on to a country<br \/>\nfrom the cail yard to the grave<br \/>\nand you spoke in quickly written verses<br \/>\nhidden in your gaelic name<br \/>\nto approach land without a harbour<br \/>\nto find your way home<br \/>\nyou approach land without a harbour<br \/>\nto find your way home<\/em><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"450\" height=\"338\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Lc8kfwPL-hs?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"autoplay; encrypted-media\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cMy Secret Is My Silence\u201d, Roddy Woomble If you never leave the highlands like you\u2019re drowning under rain and your sadness tastes like whiskey and my body breathes the same and ill drain my wisdom empty just to feel that space again but you know nothing is outside and my secret is my silence my [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16546"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16546"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16546\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16549,"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16546\/revisions\/16549"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16546"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16546"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.screamyell.com.br\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16546"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}