Tuesday, February 24, 2009

please don't say a word

my oldest loves this one. i used to sing it to him every night when i lay him down to sleep. it was a ritual and even thinking about it makes me sad -- how quickly time flies and things change.

i guess i used to sing this to him to ease my heart as well -- when i think of this song now, aside from my son, it really makes me homesick for friends and family. i do so miss 10-15 years ago: the music, the parties and the friends. most of that changed when i met my ex. i turned from my friends and left them behind -- something i wish i could undo. now i am so far from them, especially a select few whom i really miss. i will make it right.

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green and gray -- nickel creek

i'm in a room full of people, hanging on one person's breath.
we would all vote him most likely to be loved to death.
i hope he still wants it, but it might remind him of when,
he aimed for the bull's eye and hit it nine times out of ten.
that one time his hand slipped, and i saw the dart sail away.
i don't know where it landed, but i'm guessing between green and gray.
well i thought nothing of it, but it still haunts him like a ghost.
with all eyes upon him, except two that matter the most.

he says "green is the color everyone sees all around me.
gray is the color i see around her, and she's just a blur."
the more the crowd cheers, the less i can hear and they don't really care what i play.
it might be for her, but for now it's between green and gray.

we paid and we cheered, now we're gone and to us that feels right.
but for him, every one of those evenings turns into a night.
with another hotel room where he lays awake to pretend
that he's doing fine with his notebook and discman for friends.

he says "green is the color everyone sees all around me.
gray is the color i see around her, and she's just a blur."
night after night: what i hear, what i write fills the room and my head starts to sway.
it might be for her, but for now it's between green and gray.

i want you to love me, he whispers, unable to speak
and he wonders aloud why feelings so strong make the body so weak.
then he awoke. now he's scared to death somebody heard.
if it was you, and you know her, please don't say a word.

1 comment:

  1. Hey friends call it sharing- not stocking! You have a great talent with music and writing.

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