Friday, May 20, 2005

Frogs

At 7 am on a Tuesday, usual August ...
Next week I'll be 28...
I'm still young, it'll be me...
Off the wall I scrape... you...
I can't wake, I gotta wake...
To cause this wake, I gotta wake no more...
It causes wake, to drown this hate....
To never really stay, never will.....
You take your plate...
Put me through hell, live, live...
Direct your fate...
You say I can do it so well...
Your expiration date...
Fate, date, expiration date...
(this was the last time)
Hate...
And don't fuck with me again...
My own clean slate...
Don't fuck with me again...
Makes your eyes dilate...
Makes you shake...
Irate...

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Woke up to "Frogs". RIP Layne Staley. Got all teary-eyed. This one's a gem.

9 Comments:

Blogger JP said...

La tristessa durera.

9:50 PM  
Blogger 100hands said...

Dont be manic, I say.

9:39 AM  
Blogger Ostrich said...

sigh... Why?...RIP...sniffle

11:07 AM  
Blogger 100hands said...

...cos jp is preaching.

10:07 PM  
Blogger JP said...

I'm streetwise and you know it.


BTW, 'la tristessa durera' means 'the sadness remains' and is, if I recall right, a reference to Vincent Van Gogh's last letter to his brother before shooting himself.

12:01 AM  
Blogger Ostrich said...

I was talking about Layne staley dying!!! Sometimes i have nightmares about how he looked when they found him.

12:57 AM  
Blogger 100hands said...

NP: 'la tristessa durera' - a song by the manics too. :) Hence, my cheap references.

1:29 AM  
Blogger JP said...

Indeed. The Manics are clever Preachers.

2:17 AM  
Blogger Ostrich said...

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness....

2:22 PM  

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