It is not
an awful life
squandering serendipity
to the point of surfeit, and then
allowing the vengeful morning cramps
to blend with the bellyaches and doldrums
of general excess, until none of it matters
and anything goes
It is not unusual
to close one eye and
through it spy a golden stag
in the headlights of a truck
and through the open sister see
the spectre of red paint on my front door
It is not awful
or unusual, or at all abject
but I am still young of body
and more so of mind; too young to rue
the pattern of love become fodder
and just because i am seemingly interminably obsessed with this song, here are the lyrics:
A Voice At The End Of The Line
by M Ward
If all I had
was just one final call
would you answer my ring
would you hear it at all?
Oh and I've spent my time
trying to make up my mind
and now all I want
is a voice at the end of line
If I lost my life
in an unlucky bet
would you clear my name
would you cancel my debt?
Oh and I've spent my time
trying to make someone mine
and now all I want
is a voice at the end of the line
I've spent way too much time
inside myself
I don't know
what I was thinking about
Oh and deep in my mind
I am dialling your number now
may not look like much but the song is absolutely beautiful. do check it out.
ive had a couple people talk about it over the past couple years but havent really looked into it
just something i do for fun and to apperantly impress some hot chicks (who would have thunk it?)
When you are a famous star start a magazine with with your good friend george cloony and publish my shit!