Now you're every-one and no one
And I'm waiting by the phone |
I originally wrote this as a song, but have yet to be able to write music that I feel fits it, so if some of the transitions seem a little abrupt that's because there should be music between them. Another record player breaks it needle and the song scrapes to a stop Another day's so beautiful, today I'm not getting up Leave the blinds closed This time I burn And Buring, Burning, Burning Tommorow I'll be fine Burning, Burning, Burning1 You sing a lullaby, I fall asleep. Now you're every-one and no one And I'm waiting by the phone By any face or any name I know how the story goes You never call. And I Tiresias2 Sat by Thebes and said: It was better for her And I Nero3, years before I blead Sang while the city burned Oh what an artist dies in me... Oh what an artist the world is loosing in me.4 So Angel don't wait up The twilights crystline enough To serve a banquet fit for a princess... so Here I'll beg you not to leave And feed you pomagranite seeds I'll call you Persephone...5 In one last moment Sirens6 sing Of flowers you, and they once picked... I am the last petal fallen to the ground.7 The spring is martyrd, forgotten As all of autumns leaves are rotting And these evening stars, They finally fail to enchant... Romance? This is Romance: And in this twilight I decend And in the morning you'll forget Everything that you thought I might be... Today I'm Jake8, Living this sunset... Isn't it pretty to think so.9 Isn't it pretty to think so. Isn't it pretty to think so! Footnotes |