Monday, November 20, 2006

Existentialism

Dear friend, I'm sorry things aren't going right I know they never are 'Cause you're never up and you're always down and you're drunk from spinning around But you're never here and you're always there I don't know how to show you I care You say you need to run to New York State in January You liked it before: I'm sure it'll make you better But before you go thought I'd try to show you my theory in a letter: There's illusion in a place it's just conceiling the pace your soul runs when you're hiding When you're home At home where you're never up and you're always down and you're drunk from spinning around But you're never here and you're always there I don't know how to show you I care Right now when you're on my couch but you're at the mall four years ago with the guy and you're still asking why Why can't I reply? It's not my house where you stall Fierce Shae you're just not when you are I'm scared driving in your car I don't deny it's partly from your maithre I hear you cry And I feel my heart die 'cause I think I've got the answer And you're never up and you're always down and you're drunk from spinning around But you're never here and you're always there I don't know how to show you I care Where are you, where are you, where are you? When are you, when are you, when are you? Who are you, who are you, who are You? Truth is we both need to stop, just be silent: Let God speak I know it's ironic listening to me on my soapbox My actions show there's a leak from theology to vivo- iconic But I'm never up and you're always down and we're drunk from spinning around Well I'm never here and you're always there I don't know how to show you I care
I actually wrote this as a song for a friend but any knowledge of music composition I ever had from playing trombone in jr high band has long since dissapeared so the odds of my writing the music are low. In addition, perpetual presentation anxiety assures me there's no way I'm recording my voice. Thus, if anyone ever comes up with music to match my lyrics' mood let me know: I'd be very interested in knowing if it sounds the same as what is temporarily in my mind.

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