Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Wayfaring Stranger
Wayfaring Stranger by Unknown
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling thru this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger
in that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
To D from J
I forgive you.
I forgive all the perfect lies that you sowed while we lived in a foreign land.
I forgive you because you are not perfect, neither am I.
I have to let you go finally, because our love was one based on a lie.
Not my lie, yours.
I can let go now because your love doesn't define my self worth.
Just because you threw away my love as if were nothing, doesn't mean I am nothing.
I am stronger now.
I am finding my happiness now.
I forgive you.
But I will never forget you, from the love to the lies.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
STAR WITNESS
STAR WITNESS
Neko Case 2005
MY TRUE LOVE DROWNED IN A DIRTY OLD PAN
OF OIL THAT DID RUN FROM THE BLOCK
OF A FALCON SEDAN 1969
THE PAPER SAID '75
THERE WERE NO SURVIVORS
NONE FOUND ALIVE
TREES BREAK THE SIDEWALK
AND THE SIDEWALK SKINS MY KNEES
THERE'S GLASS IN MY THERMOS
AND BLOOD ON MY JEANS
NICKELS AND DIMES OF THE FOURTH OF JULY
ROLL OFF IN A CROOKED LINE
TO THE CHAIN-LINK LOTS WHERE THE RED TAILS DIVE
OH HOW I FORGOT WHAT IT'S LIKE
HEY WHEN SHE SINGS, WHEN SHE SINGS WHEN SHE MOVES LIKE SHE RUNS
MOVES LIKE SHE RUNS
HEY WHEN SHE MOVES, WHEN SHE MOVES WHEN SHE MOVES LIKE SHE RUNS
MOVES LIKE SHE RUNS
"HEY PRETTY BABY GET HIGH WITH ME,
WE CAN GO TO MY SISTER'S IF WE SAY WE'LL WATCH THE BABY"
THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE YANKS MY NECK ON THE CHAIN
AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING
TO SEE YOU AGAIN
GO ON, GO ON SCREAM AND CRY
YOU'RE MILES FROM WHERE ANYONE WILL FIND YOU
THIS IS NOTHING NEW, NO TELEVISION CREW
THEY DON'T EVEN PUT ON THE SIRENS
MY NIGHTGOWN SWEEPS THE PAVEMENT, PLEASE
DON'T LET HIM DIE
OH HOW I FORGOT...
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