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| SMALL TOWN JOKE I'll be the one� balled up on my knees Begging to keep my sanity Have another twist of pain I'm just a joke Waiting to be poked Fun at my expense She doesn't love me anymore Get use to past tense The ego deflator's rage In their private sky box cage Deflowered while I cower Huddled little ball I'll adjust This small towns joke 6/8/01 MyGirlThrill |
| MILES AWAY The mask on the wall is mocking me Two faces And the singer on the radio Is miles away But I'm right here without you Did I say that's ok? I lied Screaming deep down How I tried To be What's that word again? Magnanimous It impresses you Not enough to keep me warm Oh yeah baby, I'm magnanimous Here without you 12/12/99 MyGirlThrill |
| Invisible Sharp Edges I'm not your Madonna Or your Messaih Not your Senorita Sent to fulfill Su cada deseo Nostradomus couldn't predict The calamity dressed in you But I digress While you recede To a lovely memory Untouched By the sea of pain We swim in today Pretty you Pity you Like a blink The on off switch Rules your heart Realm of possibility gone Released to vapored circumstance Happily Invisible sharp edges Cut me to the bone Impossible wound Cannot heal this life Time deflects Wraps temporary hearts Twined loose You are a noose Seconds before the tug I feel the weight The burn The end 9/5/01 MyGirlThrill |
| Just A Dream I'm all about you now and then When You think of me��� Alone Wondering The way you do About the�inability of one To change��� You obscure��� The missing clue Altering the future Do your hands fumble��� With nervousness Do you busy your mind From�me Like everyone else in this life Are you ashamed� Afraid of the mistakes The lies�you created When you were growing Testing, tasting life��� And love; Fear It's a queer feeling��� When it's there�� When it's not Let's go back to sleep Escape these rays of truth�� Telling ourselves It was Just a dream 7/22/02 MyGirlThrill |
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| Random Tunes She said, "stop right there before I get bitter." But he didn't listen. She said, "no one knows where they belong." But he tried to tune her out. She said, "why would you wait, and be late for your life?" But he didn't understand. Sirens scream inside her head while a woman laughs hysterically from far away She said, "this morning I woke with a feeling I'd been away too long." But he didn't know what that was about. She said, "I'm worried about you. I'm worried about me." But he started to slip back into his cave. She said, "I'll be waiting whenever you're ready." But he was already beyond reach. The time ticks toward 2 o'clock, and the naked guitarist bathes in sunlight's painted view. She said, "this is the way to make a broken heart." But he was already asleep. She said, "you're going to pay for all the things you put me through." But his closed ears missed the clues. She said, "that's the beauty of living in a made up world." But he was lost in his fantasy. Her hands rest, while the washer spins out of control, and her eyes nervously search the room . She said, "you don't know me or my situation." But he was comfortably rooted in his black and white reality. She said, "I've got everything I need, but I still dream of what's inside." But he blamed her computer for his wounds. She said, "do you ever have a good day?" But he grabbed the gas cap, and drove away, leaving her powerless. All the sounds from without still her within, and when they go she is anxiously consumed with nameless need. She said, " your weight is too strong my shoulders have completely given out." But he wouldn't accept his cowardice. She said, "you thought you could keep me from loving, keep me in control." But he couldn't articulate his greed. She said, "now I have taken control of your dream." But he was a runaway train ashamed afraid entrenched. Deep bass booms another lesson on god, and the choir chant's la la la's in their soulful gospel way. He said, "look at me I've become unpredictable. You don't know what I'l do next." But she shrugged off his rant. He said, "I'm heading for the brink of insanity. I hope it gets here soon." But she thought he was attention craved. He said, "don't you want to take a ride with me through my world?" But she was already gone. Random tunes speak to me in whispers Scream to me, and shout Cry to me from a black and white casket of tears The truth is not always wrapped in pretty colors to soothe our aching hearts. Thanks to Poe, Mary Chapin Carpenter, Rosanne Cash, and Kina for their random inspiration. 8/5/01 MyGirlThrill |
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