I just had to write you this love song
without a tune
this painting without a shade of colour
this dance without a body to move in.
because after the darkness left,
the shadow we shared remained,
the shadow we retreated to
when no one else dare hide away
as far as we do.
You are my retreat and my return,
my strength and my weakness,
my captor and my liberator.
This is why I write this love song without a tune
this painting without a shade of color
this dance without a body to move in.
because even after the darkness left
you still loved me,
and even after the light grows dim
I will love you in return.
Johns Statement To Da World
i am beginning to speak with the clarity of a bullet.
"i ought to go back, i ought." He hurried on, hating her because he had made her so unhappy.
this
self-congratulatory nonsense as the
famous gather to applaud their seeming
greatness
you
wonder where
the real ones are
what
giant cave
hides them
as
the deathly talentless
bow to
accolades
as
the fools are
fooled
again
you
wonder where
the real ones are
if there are
real ones.
this
self-congratulatory nonsense
has lasted
decades
and
with some exceptions
centuries.
this
is so dreary
is so absolutely pitiless
it
churns the gut to
powder
shackles hope
it
makes little things
like
pulling up a shade
or
putting on your shoes
or
walking out on the street
more difficult
near
damnable
as
the famous gather to
applaud their
seeming
greatness
as
the fools are
fooled
again
humanity
you sick
motherfucker.
that's fucking beauty.
Mae - Last Call
Hello, grab your bag and let's go.
More out of place than anything you know.
Like an opera at a disco.
When all you wanted was a rock show tonight.
These lights, are they hanging in the distance?
Did they glimmer for an instant?
When they're shining do you feel alright?
Know love, you were looking good tonight.
This is the last time.
Too long to list it.
Please don't you miss it.
Don't give up and let them hold you down when they
tell you no.
We could burn this town.
Scream, waking from a bad dream.
Don't think anything is what it seems.
Can't you figure out what this means?
Don't sit back and keep your hands clean today.
We'll say maybe we can find a new way.
Or great another great cliche.
Storms are coming, why don't we play?
Instead of sitting, dancing in the rain today.
So long, they tried to tell you that you don't belong.
So, I guess we'll have to prove them wrong.
Pretty soon we'll hear them sing a long.
Ain't it funny that it's our song?
So long.
This is the last time.
Too long to list it.
Please don't you miss it.
Don't give up and let them hold you down when they
tell you no.
We could burn this town.
Written By Him 4 Me
