I know too much, seen things I wish I wouldn’t seen
Out of control,
Sky rise yet I only fall.
Somebody gets married,
someone gets Gun.
Somebody gets down,
someone get high.
Somebody shoots - some people get scared,
Some people get through,
Somebody dies.
I’ve talked too much, been mean,
my words ain’t always nice.
You find my voice annoying
still nobody ever could shut it right?
Then my silence scares, it still drives you nuts.
I couldn’t say how I feel,
don’t you know what you want??
Now that We all know I’m crazy...
not deducted just to showing off.
Somebody was Her, somebody was Him
Someone is You, someone is Me
Things what we do, things what we did -
it all comes from You, it all goes back to Me.
Sweet vanilla, lilac, gasoline
White pearls, black veil.
Crimson roses – I can not hold my breath,
She shouts me out, tells me I must leave!
Procession takes Us further,
Wooden cross, I read his name.
As He goes down, book is closed, put back in the shelve.
Communication stops, imposibility of content, no signals of encounters, caught out interference, no performance delivery, failure of shortage.
I’ve isolated this virus of me...
Absence of presence.
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It’s all the things I’ve got to remember.
credits
from Songs About D,
released December 31, 2016
Elizabeta Lāce