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Sometimes I don’t know if I’m having a feeling Sometimes I don’t know if I’m having a feeling so I check my phone or squint at the window with a serious look, like someone in a movie or a man thinking about how time passes. Sometimes I’m not sure how to feel so I think about a lot of things until I get an allergy attack. I take my antihistamine with beer, thank you very much, sleep like a cut under a band aid, wake up on the stairs having missed the entire party. It was a real blast, I can tell, for all the vases are broken, the flowers twisted into crowns for the young, drunk, and beautiful. I put one on and salute the moon, the lone face over me shining through the grates on the front door window. You have seen me like this before, such a strange version of the person you thought you knew. Guess what, I’m strange to us both. It’s like I’m not even me sometimes. Who am I? A question for the Lord only to decide as She looks over my résumé. Everything is different sometimes. Sometimes there is no hand on my shoulder but my room, my apartment, my body are containers and I am thusly contained. How easy to forget the obvious. The walls, blankets, sunlight,and your love. |
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your song should be..NEVER BEEN TO ME.. Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife I've no doubt you dream about the things you never do But I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to you Ooh I've been to Georgia and California, and, anywhere I could run Took the hand of a preacherman and we made love in the sun But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me Please lady, please, lady, don't just walk away 'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today I can see so much of me still living in your eyes Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies Oh I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece Where I sipped champagne on a yacht I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things That a woman ain't s'posed to see I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie A fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be But you know what truth is? It's that little baby you're holding, and it's that man you fought with this morning The same one you're going to make love with tonight. That's truth, that's love Sometimes I've been to cryin' for unborn children That might have made me complete But I, I took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be free Hey lady, I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me I've been to paradise - never been to me (I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run) I've been to paradise - never been to me (I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece While I sipped champagne on a yacht) I've been to paradise - never been to me (I've been to cryin' for unborn children ) gIVE TIME TO REINVENT YOURSELF. have a great day!
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