The storm
posted by Zook at 7:23 PM
Monday, January 24, 2005
About Me
- Name: Zook
- Location: Paradise, Waits
Thought I heard a blackird singing Up on Bluebird Hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Born where the sun don't shine And I don't deny my name Got no place to go, ain't that a shame? Thought I heard that KC whistle Moaning sweet and low Thought I heard that KC when she blow Down where the sun don't shine Underneath the Kokomo Whinin' boy got no place to go S.m.r. I tell you s.m.r. I know Mountain high, river wide S.m.r. to ride So many roads Thought I heard a jug band playin' "If you don't... who else will?" From over on the far side of the hill All I know the sun don't shine And the rain refused to fall And you don't seem to hear me when I call Wind inside and the wind outside Tangled in the window blind Tell me why you treat me so unkind Down where the sun don't shine Lonely and I call your name No place left to go, ain't that a shame? S.m.r. I tell you New York to San Francisco So many roads I know All I want is one to take me home From the high road to the low So many roads I know From the land of the midnight sun Where the ice blue roses grow Along those roads of gold and silver snow Howlin' wide or moaning low S.m.r. I know So many roads to ease my soul (R. Hunter)
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3 Comments:
STORM
THE BLIZZARD WIND SO COLD IT BITES
ON THIS DARK AND BLINDING TORTURED NEVER ENDING NIGHT
WITH NO STRENGTH LEFT TO PUT UP A FIGHT
SURRENDUR TO THE STORM
NO WAY TO HIDE, NOWHERE LEFT TO GO
THE ICE HAS SHUT DOWN EVERY ROAD
THE TEAR DROPS NEVER REACHED THE GROUND, THEY JUST FROZE
SO ISOLATED BY THE STORM
THE WEATHER BEATS ME UP BLACK, RED AND BLUE
PARALYSIS CREEPS ON IN WHAT CAN I DO
THE CYCLE RETURNS BEFORE IT PASSES ON THROUGH
DEFEATED BY THE STORM
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE THE SKY IS CLEAR
A COOL/WARM BREEZE COMFORTS ALL THAT ARE NEAR
FLY AWAY FROM FLY AWAY FROM ALL PAIN AND FEAR
THE OCEAN AND SKY ARE A MIRROR
SOMEHOW I WILL BE BACK THERE AGAIN
IN THIS FROZEN/BARREN WASTELAND I STILL CAN PRETEND
ETERNITY HERE ETERNITY HERE I DON’T KNOW WHEN
I’LL BREAK OUT OF THIS FROZEN/BARREN PEN
A SAND STORM BLOWS OFF A DESERT RUNE HILL
THE SUN SO HOT THAT BURNS AS IT CHILLS
THE DRYNESS OF THE ROOF OF MY MOUTH IT KILLS
SO BEATEN BY THE STORM
LIPS SO CHAPPED, WIND BURNED AND DRY
THE SAND IT ASSAULTS MY BLOOSDHOT EYES
DEAR LORD WHY CAN’T I GO QUICKLY DIE
DEFEATED BY THE STORM
STUMBLE THROUGH THE PUNISHING WIND
TOO MUCH TO EVEN MOVE NOW JUST GIVING IN
I BEEN HERE BEFORE AND I’LL BE BACK HERE AGAIN
TO WAIT OUT ANOTHER STORM
Woah! That's really sad... maybe the next song should be an upbeat one!LOL :)
Depression is a part of life - at least mine anyways. My key to facing it is acknolwedging it. Look hard enough into these words and there are actually some inspiring lines here. That is why I wrote this - as a way of assuring myself that as bad as it gets, I can always get through it.
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