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[title] => Messy Martyr and A Trail of (what do I put here?)
[time] => 2006-06-23 10:54:36
[hometext] => Sell Out <--
[bodytext] => My world, it passes like the contents of a blind man’s cup There could be a mix of nickels and pennies but I wouldn’t be able to add it up And there’s a whole lot of thinking I like to account myself of But I haven’t learned nothing bout here, there, down or above So I just whisper like the gypsies in the ears of those who won’t abuse And they seem to remind me, that there is no clear path we can choose All these things whirling about my periphery keep on lingering But you know I just don’t understand, I just don’t understand a thing I had a lover from New Jersey; she wanted me to keep with her I thought that that was too much distance but I had to be sure She knew how to dance like a ballerina girl I tell you, I don’t know much bout love, but she gave me a whirl Three weeks later, she left me for a lead man’s drum I could not compete him; I’m tone deaf when it comes to a hum But when I was around her, I swear I could hear angels sing But you know I just don’t understand, I just don’t understand a thing Church bells ringing, they’re cracked under weight of sin And the people inside ride merry go round of souls back forth again I just stay outside the line, looking in at their circus show I want to ride the horses, but I don’t know what direction to go And the, the lead man priest, well he’s a carnie with a heart of gold It’s a literal mineral; he got in exchange for the blood pump sold And the dust is floating from the church bell, high on the immaculate ceiling But you know I just don’t understand, I just don’t understand a thing I failed an English test; I couldn’t pull my words apart I can articulate my speech, but writing leaves me no room to start And oxymorons and personification could be all that I got But my minds just like a smoker’s lungs as it begins to rot My teacher’s give the grades to the ones who seem to raise their hand Maybe I’m just stupid, or maybe I just don’t fit in this land Cause the numbers add up that I’m not in the right mind of thinking But you know I just don’t understand, I just don’t understand a thing I see picket signs; they’re held by robots running on battery oil See I read their messages, but I still don’t know what they’re trying to foil They’re all in a marching line programmed to report what they hate I’d have shown up to, but the clock was wrong and I was late So I just watched them from the point of view from my hill And although they claimed move, together they seemed somewhat still And commotion from that high just sounds like a beep and a ding But you know I just don’t understand, I just don’t understand a thing So I go on guessing, but guessing leaves me room to scorn I’d cry for my sanity, but I was never taught to weep or mourn Like Judas I just turn in my coins and I nod my head With all this, out of focus, I’d be focused on winding up dead So I hear from people that you can’t live life like a race But I just end up wondering if their losers in last place And if this is a race, you know I hope I am winning But you know I just don’t understand, I just don’t understand a thing [comments] => 1 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 34 [informant] => franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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