But my dreams, they aren’t as empty

Oh boy!

This is what happens when you get a sudden, unquenchable urge to play something and record it after years!

I love this song. It’s one of the most honest expression in lyrics that I’ve heard. Recently I heard an acoustic version of it by Pearl Jam. Which is what inspired me to learn to play it on the gad.

Here’s my rusted, rendition. Yes I know this doesn’t even sound close to half of what it would’ve sounded if I would’ve recorded it about a decade ago, but hey… I still tried ;-)

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No one knows what it’s like, to be the bad man
To be the sad man, behind blue eyes
No one knows what it’s like to be hated
To be fated, to telling only lies

But my dreams, they aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that’s never free

No one knows what it’s like to feel these feelings
Like I do, and I blame you
No one bites back as hard on their anger
None of my pain and woe, can show through

But my dreams, they aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that’s never free

No one knows what it’s like, To be mistreated,
To be defeated Behind blue eyes
And no one knows how to say, That they’re sorry
An’ don’t worry I’m not telling lies

But my dreams, they aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that’s never free

No one knows what it’s like, to be the bad man
To be the sad man, behind blue eyes