... If rape or arson, poison, or the knife
Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff
Of this drab canvas we accept as life—
It is because we are not bold enough!
- Charles Baudelaire
(Roy Campbell's translation)
"a mile or more in a foreign clime, to see farther inside of me" - syd barrett
But I sold my freedom
For free room and board,
Like a monkey in a zoo. - Daniel Johnston

Monday, February 12, 2007

sing-along-song ...

u close the door once another
thr wasnt anyone knockin', thr never was
just a wind sneekin' past thru',
all u needed was just some imagination and a little cause.

u sing along a sing along song
make urself feel better and not so blue
while u sit crouched in the corner
waitin' for the next song to take u thru'.

Cryin' alone in retrospection
Cryin' alone in a room full of nought
Tryin' to steal urself away
Away from all the thngs tht u 've bought and brought

Thru' ur window u see the day shifts
Thru' the windows u see the people go abt
Colors on the streets changin', seasons passin' by
but still from the broken sound box, the same old sing along song is cryin' out

- him...


Yohan said...

Nice sentiment. I happen to love singalong songs! Hmmmm. This warrants some deep consideration!

him ... said...

hmmm well but there is a "paradox" mildy implicated here ... if u can spot it.

Yohan said...

"Singalong" = "Singalone" perhaps?

Yohan said...

Okay...here's a contradiction, of not a paradox:

In the room "full of nought" you are trying to steal yourself away froam all the things you've brought...which is nothing, right?

him ... said...

well, if you choose to look at it that way. But, in any case, i was not referring to that. The paradox is not any of the lines. Also, it could just be a matter of my perspective.

Yohan said...

Perhaps (as usual) you definition of paradox is different from mine!

The devil is in the definition!

him ... said...

well forget about definitions for the moment. Try to find something interestingly odd about the sing-along-song.