Wilting Roses
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When you open your mouth
I can hear dead air whining
squabbling about
such a fucking baby
Every time I reach
it's like stealing your candy
I don't mean to brag
goddamn this is easy
with the devil's touch
and I'm feeling I'm loving
sweet memories last
when your having a good time
every time your out
yeah your looking around
with a halfwit look
that old sense of confusion
outstretched hands guide
if you know where the road leads
not a matter of fact
not a bed of roses
illusions are fine
delusions are grander
where does that lead
see where that can take you
when the view is cloudy
when your out on a limb
when your wondering maybe
perhaps you should stay
but really don't know
looking to walk away
senses go numb
fixated on the wilting of roses
I can hear dead air whining
squabbling about
such a fucking baby
Every time I reach
it's like stealing your candy
I don't mean to brag
goddamn this is easy
with the devil's touch
and I'm feeling I'm loving
sweet memories last
when your having a good time
every time your out
yeah your looking around
with a halfwit look
that old sense of confusion
outstretched hands guide
if you know where the road leads
not a matter of fact
not a bed of roses
illusions are fine
delusions are grander
where does that lead
see where that can take you
when the view is cloudy
when your out on a limb
when your wondering maybe
perhaps you should stay
but really don't know
looking to walk away
senses go numb
fixated on the wilting of roses
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I certainly wouldn't ever want to be on depop's bad side!
I remember your pain
passionate moments
memories cut to the bone
I sit and I wonder
relive it again
tiger n white lilies
roses no more
they sit at the window
force me to ignore
tenderest feelings
that remain at the grave
remember the glitter
the light of your eyes
that begged for our moment
to linger in vane
lost in the heartache
and trembling hands
that reach for the window
I could not refrain
the roses are wilting
but my love still remains
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Thanks Justam.
Not all is as it seems though. Sometimes evil lurks in darkness. Sometimes darkness is just a cool place to relax. Just because something/one is evil/dark, does not mean that is its/their intent.
The 1st verse has a mixed message in it. Yes, there is darkness in it, but that darkness recognizes what it is/what it does...in a sense.
BTW...I browsed you photos. Seams we might be interested in shooting similar scenes. I will load a few up and send you a link next week...I don't have that laptop handy.
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Okay.
Hmmm. About the verse one...maybe I am overly sensitive (?) but it seemed so very critical of object...as if it meant to be hurtful...
I can see that.
It is not meant to be hurtful, rather being critical of one whom allows themselves to be hurt. Sort of a narrative from the hurter about the hurtee(hmm sp?) who basically keeps taking it. The Hurter knows they hurt the hurtee, and can see that the hurtee sticks around because of either a few glimpses of something better, or of a better time (with the hurter).
good times = roses
bad times/hurt = wilting roses
watching the roses even though they are wilting = seeing the hurt/bad but seeing what once was, and hoping it returns
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Oh.
Thanks for explaining it.
Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter
and the life you would not give her break your plans
traipsed across the continent a squatter
for your lies at night to sleep between my hands
When the lights come on this whole place gets ugly
but when they're out strangers fall in love
she could never say that flat out she don't want me
cause I could never say that half way ain't enough
New Order's on the turn table we're dancing
cause what else do you do when you don't talk?
crucified to crawl into your mansion
Ya, that's why I learned to crawl before I walked
We're back where we belong
straight back where we belong
no days for nights, no cocaine cons
just back where we belong
Take me out back to your piranhas
And beat me until I can't even stand
your whole life a plane without no landing gear
so if this is it then come on let me land
That trailer trash pedigree is calling
it rats you out when you're down on all fours
me I like to cast my death on yesterday
cause what doesn't kill us now just makes us better whores
We're back where we belong
straight back where we belong
no days for nights, no cocaine cons
just back where we belong
Go put it in the ground
go bury it some place it can't be found
go put it in the ground
Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter
and the life you would not give her break your plans
traipsed across the continent a squatter
for your lies at night to sleep between my hands
Your poem really made me think of this Matt Good song! Thanks for sharing
Leaving is for the answering machine.
sweet...thanks mate
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key