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Thursday, November 16, 2006

from September 2005

What is hurts, my love-a-dee?
Could it be this bad treaty?
We sued but still we got no peace
We take what we get on our knees
I stand you up with my hands on your hips
But still you sway, as curved as roses there
My mission was heavier than it was right
Like trees, we crash and tear
Our song inherent in the bad wind
Whistling through the tipsy limbs
Nothing stays, we’re trapped again
We learn only how to sin
I rattle the bones hung round my neck
Pull out my hair and call the dead
My marriage to this giant bends without a break
There’s sickness stuck in what I’m fed
I want back everything I lost
I take back everything I said
I have not changed, I’m still the same
I still hide in a shoebox under my bed
But please can’t I begin again?
I promise to do it right
I want to feel the flow of peace
To find a home tonight
Show me again the old red stick
There’s nothing for me here
I learned to accept that what is just is
I’ve swallowed lies and beer
It’s getting colder with each flame
Can you come back inside?
I want to feel that warmth again
It’s better when I cry

presented by Cadet Alanna at 12:06 AM

Comments:

This is great. And depressing. The shoebox image is particularly effective.

Let's unstick some sickness.

posted by Cadet Berman : 2:34 PM, November 16, 2006

"Like trees, we crash and tear
Our song inherent in the bad wind
Whistling through the tipsy limbs>"

absolutely beautiful!

posted by Cadet Jared : 5:07 PM, November 19, 2006