| Kris Kristofferson =Sunday Morning Coming Down= |
[Sep. 19th, 2007|01:57 pm] |
Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my brain the night before,
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking.
Then I crossed the empty street,
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.
On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.
In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to the song they were singin'.
Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down. |
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[Mar. 19th, 2007|03:18 pm] |
"some days i feel like shit,
some days i wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit.."
( ... tālāk ... ) |
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| i like it |
[Aug. 30th, 2006|12:05 pm] |
ISOLATED- isolated / alone apart / i'll never crawl again/ i'll never fall again / until i'm free / here i stand in this room / caged and trapped inside / seems i'm damned to live a lie / unaware of what's outside / should i care / for what's left me behind / and i stare at light that makes me blind / internally there's nothing left for me to be / i'm here alone / and isolated / have no choice but be isolated / struggling left alone apart / pushed aside made segregated/ struggling left alone apart / see i have no choice but be isolated / threatened forced to extract the heart / pushed aside made segregated / have no choice but be isolated / the monsters make me hide / perhaps i'll eat myself alive / internally what is there left for me to be / i can't care for what's left me behind / and stare at light that makes me blind / these broken walls trap me inside / i'm isolated / have no choice but be isolated / struggling left alone apart / pushed aside made segregated / threatened forced to extract the heart / i'll never crawl again / i'll never fall again / until i'm free / and I stare at light that makes me blind / internally there's nothing left for me to be / i'm here alone and isolated
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