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Navel gazing [Jul. 21st, 2005|02:59 am]
[mood |nervousnervous]
[music |Concrete Blonde - Tomorrow, Wendy]

Here I sit. Listening to music. Lots of which I haven't listened to in years. I seem to be revisiting things like Concrete Blonde and Cowboy Junkies and the like.

So whilst I listen, I suspect it's only fair to vent my spleen a bit.

Guitar in hand
Hammer and nail
Try as I might
I just can't fail
To forget your face
And see your breath
Upon the winter air
Find a corner
That's where I'll be
Waiting for you
To rescue me
I've always been
And always will
A paperdoll of heartache
A bird upon the sill
Drink till I'm numb
Move till we come
Crashing down again
Spinning silent
Through your door
I take what I get
Won't ask for more
He said, she said
I do not have the time
I've got what I've got
And that little bit is mine
A comedy of errors
A crying shame of blame
A note that's stuck in limbo
A head that's hung in shame

How do I utter
Those terrible words
How do I open the door
And not summon the swords
A lie that's never told
Is still a lie we know
Through these motions I must go
Safe and sound
Is shame and regret
For things I'd never chosen
For things I'll never get
My heart is true
My body tainted
My soul is dry
My mask so craftily painted
That I remain strong
When I am not
It still ain't much
But it's all I've got

Chin up my dear
Stand bold and strong
Say your peace
Say so long
Say anything
Say anything
Say anything

Sichernde Seele © July 2005


[User Picture]From: yarha
2005-07-21 05:03 pm (UTC)
Remember, there's not much use at gazing at one's own navel. Try having somebody do that for you.

Yarha, Notorious Navel-Gazer
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