Heres a damn song

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Heres a damn song

Postby Rao » Wed Apr 14, 2004 11:20 pm

There is a man holding a megaphone,
so he must have been the voice of God.
The bystanders claimed they saw angels
flying up and down the block.
Well, they must have been attached to wires.
I saw one laying in the lawn with a broken arm, so I called 911.

So that is one less founded opinion.
One more cause for a dispute.
So the street filled, like a basin,
up with cameras and their crews
and they washed away the rumors leaving just the concrete truth.
It was a spectacle. No, I mean a miracle.

So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam.
A gymnasium of eyes were all holding on to me.
I lifted one foot to cross the other
and I felt myself slipping.
It was a small mistake.
Sometimes that is all it takes.

Now I'm staring at my wrist,
hoping that the timing is right.
When the planets will align.
There will be no planets to align.
Just the carcass of the sun
and those little painted marbles spinning senseless
through an endless black sky.

It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub
I baptized myself in change.
And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been.
I emerged to find the parallels were fewer.
I was cleansed.
I looked in the mirror and someone new was there.

Still, I was as helpless as a chess piece
when I was lifted up by someone's hand
and delivered from the corner
my enemies had got me in.
But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned
inside that holding cell -that is myself.

So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key
as it turns in the lock and the guard will say to me,
"Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for this day
and finally you are free! You are free! You are freezing."

Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode.
Because a day is gonna come,
don't know when but it will come
and then we will finally know the way
out of here.
And I will throw away this wrinkled map
and my chart of stars and compass, cracked.
And I'll climb out that tree all wet with sap
to avoid the hungry beasts below.
I'll cut out my love's tongue
and sing of a graveyard gray a
nd a garden green
and then we won't have to worry no more.
No we won't ever worry again
about how this song or story ends
about how this song and story will end.
Tell the Spartans, Stranger passing by,
That here, Obedient to their laws, We lie,
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Postby Dev » Thu Apr 15, 2004 12:41 am

I write poems :) Good song anyway
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Postby Wolfie » Sun Apr 18, 2004 12:55 am

hum i like the lyrics alot :)
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Postby chaotic century » Wed Apr 21, 2004 6:46 pm

yes spectacualar, brilliant, another masterpiece
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