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Monthly Archives: June 2011
“Delicate”
Delicate
Damien Rice
We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody’s watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody’s there
It’s not that we’re scared
It’s just that it’s delicate
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
We might live like never before
When there’s nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
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“Cannonball”
Cannonball
Damien Rice
Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what’s going on
Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven’t kissed
You step a little closer each day
Still I can’t say what’s going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can’t see what’s going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
‘Cause it’s not hard to fall
And I don’t wanna scare her
It’s not hard to fall
And I don’t wanna lose
It’s not hard to grow
When you know that you just don’t know
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“Parasite”
In shooting the boogieman,
nightmare becomes phantom–
celebratory smoke from fireworks,
swirling toward the sky–
and yet, the gray phoenix
will climb from its cave
and burrow heart-caverns,
forcing us to hunt
its next host.
What infects us is transmitted
via the evening news,
but if we close our hearts to it,
we will develop
an immunity.
05/02/11
Notes:
Perhaps I am too much of an anti-war/anti-violence idealist, but I believe that, if we no longer acknowledge or retaliate against terrorism, it will cease to exist. Simply put, if we continue to feed our fear, won’t terrorism always have power over us?
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