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I Love this Song

14.03.09


Lasciatemi morire. Lasciatemi morire. E che volete Che mi conforte In cosi dura sorte, In cosi gran martire? Lasciatemi morire. Lasciatemi morire. E che volete Che mi conforte In cosi dura sorte, In cosi gran martire? Lasciatemi morire. Lasciatemi morire.


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You

14.03.09

I’m talking to you from this place of silence.

From under the wreckage,

the debris

the soot and the stones and the iron ruins.

 

You,

all of you.

have chased me into this place of violence.

gasping and cornered,

I look horrified to the Your gaping maw of wanting,

 

You,

always sure,

 always…

eager for more.

 

 

You,

all of you…

will be the death of me.

 

 

Scarring me with your love and attention

you…

 

You!

 

There can not be no greater indictment than being You.

And for this…

only this,

nothing is forgiven.

 

You’ve condemned me to my exile in this place of silence,

in the island of discourse,

the monastery of idle chat…

the graveyard of inane prattling about the heat…

 

This will not be forgotten,

I will excise upon you a vengeance most terrible!

 

Upon you will be unleashed questions about your health,

interrogations about the weather,

queries over your emotional well being,

and probings as to the exact nature of your dogs dreams.

 

No platitude too empty,

no question too stupid.

 

I will be the spirit of family talk and courteous words in elevator,

and the ghost of Christmas past and future.

 

I will be uncomfortable silences!

long pauses and puzzled looks,

the tense hand that twitches as you look for the time,

the nervous laugh that assuages the unstoppable current of imbecility.

 

I will forever haunt your attempt to take me in conversation.

 

 

You…

you.

 

YOU!!

 

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Cold War Kids - Rock para Crescidos

14.03.09

I kissed the kids at noon then stumbled out the room I caught a cab ran up a tab on 7th and flower best recital I had to ruin missed my son's graduation punched the Nickles boy for taking his seat gets all that anger from me still things could be much worse natural disasters on the evening news still things could be much worse we still got our health my paycheck in the mail I promised to my wife and children I'd never touch another drink as long as I live but even then it sounds so soothing this will blow over in time this will all blow over in time I'm just an honest man provide for me and mine I give a check to tax deductable charity organizations two weks paid vacation won't heal the damage done I need another one still things could be much worse natural disasters on the evening news still things could be much worse we still got our health my paycheck in the mail I promised to my wife and children I'd never touch another drink as long as I live but even then it sounds so soothing to mix a drink and sink into oblivion I promised to my wife and children that accident left everyone a little shook up but at the meetings I felt so empty this will blow over in time this will all blow over in time

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Inveja

14.03.09

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