The judges, they laugh, as I trip across their stages
Branding me with the hot irons of insightful rages
I tumble down the stairs as they clamor through my pages
Never knowing what they will find
I pick myself up and dust off the wounded dignity
Catch my breath as I remain in search of some pity
Thinking it’s time to get the hell out of this city
I gather all that is mine
I will not stand for it this time
I found a crying eye deep within the attendance
After she stood trying to avoid my attention
I crinkled my brow as if to portray my repentance
She wiped her eye clean
All I could muster was a bow of my spinning head
Seated on the steps that remained while I bled
I tried to verbalize the facts that I am well read
I was not even seen
As if I were not living
The past should be the past even if you don’t grow
Maturity should be acquired within a needy soul
There has to be place where someone can go
To achieve pure coolness
Now I sift through the pictures that were me yesterday
Wondering how someone would view all my change
Would I be considered for an invite into their place?
Would I still be foolishness?
Do you think I have enough?
ah "pure coolness" ... there's a great quote
from Almost Famous (that movie you are supposed to watch :P)
"the only true currency in this bankrupt world
is what you share with someone while being uncool"... I love that quote
do you play guitar? play piano?
this should be a song.
a down tempo
1960's Greenwhich Village-esque
sad folk song...
...that i would surely have on repeat for days on end...
Frank,
you should never doubt what you do... ever.
I mean that sincerely.
I used to play the piano and ya know what? that is the one thing I kick myself over for not sticking with it. I started playing when in the 2nd grade. Just think how awesome i would be now if i stuck with it, 25 years later. Ahh well, I will just write and hope i can find a musician to put my music to words
But what you said about putting in to a down tempo Greenwhich Village-esque sad folk song is odd because when i wrote this i had the Bright Eyes song "Let's Not shit Ourselves" on my mind and was keeping up with that tempo. Which is a lot faster and harder than a folk song.
Well there's nothing wrong with a Bright Eyes tempo either...
I think after seeing Richie Havens Sunday evening
I've been on that sort of music kick...
Which in turn made me read this with that in mind.
Regardless,
it was great.
You are to those piano lessons
As I am to guitar, and I kick myself every day ha.
I'd love to just be some vagabond songwriting musician...
but I guess I'll just have to stick with poet
(which ain't so bad eh?)
