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Monday December 05, 05

Upon a stage...

04:51 PM

It is my chance to shine.
I can sing.
I can be heard.
I sing loud.
I sing clear.
I sing from my heart.
I sing from my soul.
I sing Black.

  • Hey...oooh...
    Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
    Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
    All five horizons revolved around her soul
    As the earth to the sun
    Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
    Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
    Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
    And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
    Of what was everything?
    Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
    I take a walk outside
    I'm surrounded by some kids at play
    I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
    Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
    I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
    How quick the sun can, drop away
    And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
    Of what was everything?
    All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
    All the love gone bad turned my world to black
    Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah...
    Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
    I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
    In somebody else's sky, but why
    Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

    Encompass'd with a thousand dangers,
    Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors. ...I ... in a fleshy tomb, am
    Buried above ground.

    William Cowper

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