Wednesday, February 13, 2013

(sounds like dirt xxiii) you seem close to the edge

 
if i could just make it stop
i could tell the whole world
to get out of the way
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop
breaking my heart
get out of the way
if i could just make it stop

(drone)

you seem close to the edge
i'm at the end of my rope
the rope is starting to thread
i'm trying to keep my hold

you say i'm something i'm not
but i'm not what i seem
get my back off the wall
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop
i could tell the hole world
to get out of the way
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop
breaking my heart
get out of the way
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop

(drone)

now i'm looking up from a ten foot hole
see nothing but blue sky, shining on my soul
as i enter the court and untwist the knot
we could get where we're going,
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop
i could tell the whole world
to get out of the way
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop
from breaking my heart
get out of the way
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop

(drone)

(melancholia by low and m swiezynski)

2 comments:

Matthew Flanagan said...

nothing but blue sky, shining on my soul... I hope that comes...

the art of memory said...

posts don't reflect editor's mood, just expressing a love of certain musics (california is almost always sunny!)