Being and nothing keeping me down
You're holding my hand, I hold you at arm's length
We'll go to town and have a few drinks
Talk all night 'bout our faded love
Howl at the new moon/push comes to shove
Someday this will all die down
and we'll find the rhythm of you and me
is nothing more than a ___ beat.
We'll make up a song full of longing and lust
dance down the road/stir up the dust
Promise me that when I fall down
you'll kiss my brow and make it right.
Sew my gaping wounds up tight
Pick up my heart and blow off the dust
Sing me a song full of hope, faith, and trust.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
In Utero (more beginnings of a new song)
Not sure what order I want these in (or about the line "push comes to shove"). And I need a little refrain at the end of each verse; Then I can call it done and put it to a tune, which could change the whole thing all over again.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
this are beautiful lyrics. sadly, i don't know that i believe it exists. oh no. it's finally happened. i'm cynical.
Even though this is inspired by a romantic relationship, you could think of it as a song to yourself. Maybe then it can be more believable for you. And anyway, once you can pick up your own heart and blow off the dust, picking up someone else's heart isn't so hard.
Oh, and thanks for the compliment.
<3
Well said, both of you. I realized after unearthing some of the poetry I had written during my time of sociopath that I could also look at those as love poems to myself (they are shared on this site). Unfortunately, I am still cynical, too, so I think I have a little more dusting to do.
~ R
ahhhh-chooo! . . . still dusting.
Post a Comment