Monday, October 18, 2004
Speaking of Songs About October...
Here's one. I wrote this song about five years ago. It was among those I had abandoned for being too depressing, but, well, today it just seems appropriate.
The Art of Letting Go
October
We're growing colder
And the days and the nights
Are getting sober
You and me
He and she
With nothing in between
Autumn chill
Midnight thrill
REM, and Halloween
Winter, Spring
Summer again
And nothing's changed...
... But everything
The sun's gone down
It's twilight now
As the whole world fades to black
Asleep at the wheel
Feeling things I shouldn't feel
I burned the bridge, but I'm swimming back
If there's an art of letting go
It's trick I'd like to know
If there's an art of letting go
It's trick I'd like to know
[well i guess i can't complain- she taught me how to lie]
[i let her slip away, i didn't even try]
If there's an art of letting go
It's trick I'd like to know
The Art of Letting Go
October
We're growing colder
And the days and the nights
Are getting sober
You and me
He and she
With nothing in between
Autumn chill
Midnight thrill
REM, and Halloween
Winter, Spring
Summer again
And nothing's changed...
... But everything
The sun's gone down
It's twilight now
As the whole world fades to black
Asleep at the wheel
Feeling things I shouldn't feel
I burned the bridge, but I'm swimming back
If there's an art of letting go
It's trick I'd like to know
If there's an art of letting go
It's trick I'd like to know
[well i guess i can't complain- she taught me how to lie]
[i let her slip away, i didn't even try]
If there's an art of letting go
It's trick I'd like to know
Comments:
*A note on back dating:
I don't have internet access where I'm staying so a lot of times I'll write something at home and then post it when I get to school. So I wrote this on Monday, but when I got to school, I didn't feel like posting it anymore. It was just a little too dreary for the way I was actually feeling.
Yet, it continues to be a gloomy, rainy week. Also, I think someone will know what I mean when I say that lately, these have been good days for dragging out the past.
So, (as Colin's uncle would say) here's another song about the rain:
A day for black coffee
Or staying in bed
A good day to listen
To the voices in your head
With no one to talk to
And nothing to say
And nothing to do
On a cold, wet day
The days and weeks
All seem the same
So tired of listening
To myself complain
I need something else
Just to get me through life
I'm just driving through
Like a dark street at night
But the smell of perfume on a rainy day
Sets my heart beating an unusual way
What kind of world
Are we living in?
With drugs to sleep
And drugs to wake again?
But there's nothing but blood
Running through my veins
And nothing but oxygen
To my brain
And the smell of perfume on a rainy day
Sets my heart beating an unusual way
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I don't have internet access where I'm staying so a lot of times I'll write something at home and then post it when I get to school. So I wrote this on Monday, but when I got to school, I didn't feel like posting it anymore. It was just a little too dreary for the way I was actually feeling.
Yet, it continues to be a gloomy, rainy week. Also, I think someone will know what I mean when I say that lately, these have been good days for dragging out the past.
So, (as Colin's uncle would say) here's another song about the rain:
A day for black coffee
Or staying in bed
A good day to listen
To the voices in your head
With no one to talk to
And nothing to say
And nothing to do
On a cold, wet day
The days and weeks
All seem the same
So tired of listening
To myself complain
I need something else
Just to get me through life
I'm just driving through
Like a dark street at night
But the smell of perfume on a rainy day
Sets my heart beating an unusual way
What kind of world
Are we living in?
With drugs to sleep
And drugs to wake again?
But there's nothing but blood
Running through my veins
And nothing but oxygen
To my brain
And the smell of perfume on a rainy day
Sets my heart beating an unusual way
