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April 26, 2005

Swan Victory Song

I retreat into the world of video
To hide from your mental beatings
Seeking cybernetic solace
In which to lick my wounds
While classic tales pat me on the head as a child
I guess this is the only place
For a happily ever after
And 58 cigarettes, 10 rum and cokes and one hope ago
I felt sunshine
Now all I feel is black asphalt and smog
All I ever wanted was just to spend a little time with you
But you have given me the royal backhand
Slapped me more than I can take
And dashed my head upon your heart of stone
When I return to claim my throne
Inside my rubber room I shall paint the walls
Blue to remind me of the you I used to know
All those times I've called you
Why didn't you tell me I had the wrong number
That the you I want to speak to
Doesn't live there anymore
Where have you gone?
Has someone locked you up?
And thrown away the key
Have you really run away
Or are you just a prisoner?
Why are you the jailer and the one detained?
Am I just insane or is this punishment
Exacted for what crime have I committed
Guilty of having and showing feelings
I must have forgotten for an idiotic moment
That you are always in control
I beg for your forgiveness and mercy, please help me
I know I should have asked for your permission
To have such intense and honest feelings
Pure emotion with no underlying motive
Can you understand and give me absolution
Remove the noose from round my neck
It hangs there like an albatross
Gives off a stink it must be the thing that makes you turn away
Oh, no, please don't run away
Oh, no, just leave me alone
I can't stand it anymore
Confusion is my only friend
Just as you were once, what happened to that
Where did I go wrong
I must've had the map upside down
Do you by any chance have a compass you could spare
So I may try to resection, but first I must reorient
Excuse me while I rendezvous with all the other sides of me
It's just an intermission in this short, but sweet tragic play
I must speak to the author
Maybe change the ending to come out a comedy
Wouldn't you just like that
I know how you enjoy light things
I hope your life is lighter now
Now that I am out of it
Yes, one less heart to feed
One less mind to play with
I hope that you are happy now
For I am gone, I give up, once again you have won
Or have you?
Maybe it depends upon the fate inside the crystal ball
If the play completes itself before the final curtain's drawn
Perhaps you may get lucky, winning in life's lottery
Or else play the racetrack fool
Losing everything you have in the gamble
But my chips I shall invest
In worthy stock such as myself
And when you finally decide
To quit trying to imitate an airline
Maybe we shall meet again.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 10:12 PM