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The Train

Contributed by Redlantern2051 on Monday, 17th November 2003 @ 02:53:24 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



The Train

The train stopped today and we hung on the bridge
Like children

I had my eye on sweet sixteen
I dont have a heart

Thats Ok,
Cause it hurts to feel

But I keep getting reflections of things that used to be
They way you said I would someday look weathered

And does that mean I wont be a movie star?
Was all I would ask when I was younger

These days theres a lot more I could say

Been a long time since those hot wasted nights
Down on the rainy beach

Where we dived beneath the water
Where we surrendered

To lust and good drugs
To mouths and all the things our bodies want

But never use words like Love
Never use words like Love

Because Love was not enough
Not to the hustlers, not to the DJ at 3AM, not for River Phoenix, not to us anymore

The train stopped today and we hung on the bridge
Like children

I had my eye on sweet sixteen
Wearing an Astro Boy t-shirt

Straight out of 1982

I had the Stones on
I was lost
I was wearing my silver cross

Sometimes you meet someone

With the same tattoo
With the same scar

Call it what you want
And its enough
Sometimes its enough

I wonder if all the lights in the rave clubs
Ever get turned off

Ive been out on the wire for weeks
Ive been dressed sharp
Ive been a ghost dialing it thru

I wish it was tomorrow
I wish it was next year
I wish I was you

Cause you got some of that happiness
That I lost in the dark time

You got some of those good feelings
That the poison corrupted and misused

I dont know if Ill ever be whole again
I cant tell the future

I can only read the stars
But its all a secret and I might be mad I cant tell you everything

The train stopped today and we hung on the bridge
Like children

Lonely, a little hurt, and used, and older now, than years ago
But like hunters for a chorus
Like whores for a hit song

And yearning for the water
To wash away
What it can

But all those called sinners dont repent
They like what they do
You get used to the blood and regret

We parade down the river-side
With our collection of skull hearts around our fingers and across our necks

Where saints once rose and the flowers would sing
By the shores of the River King

And I can see the gates of that Palace
You used to talk about in dreams

And it might not be for me
But I was addicted to the sound of that vision

The train stopped today and we hung on the bridge
Like children

Hung there till they let us thru

Pale eyes so sweet
Looking out over the Ocean
I wonder what you see

I want to say
Something good and full of trust

My concern for you
So real
So unable to change now

But lost in the sound of negotiations
We arent moving catalogue
Its all somewhere in between death and living

I can live with only dreams
But I need you to touch me while Im sleeping

I never could sleep alone
That hasnt changed

I want to say
Words that are like a shield

I dont have a heart
Thats Ok
Cause feelings hurt

You dont have nothing to worry about
I wont say Love

I wont say Love
I wont say Love

The train stopped today and we hung on the bridge
Like children

With so much for us to do, so fragile are we.

(David Finn, 2003)





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Re: The Train (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 17th November 2003 @ 03:18:58 AM AEST
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Very interesting!
Great writing!
peace, joy, luv,
emy


Re: The Train (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 17th November 2003 @ 03:56:18 AM AEST
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Where are you from because I heard all about that Train incident?!?! how terrible!!!

Awesome writing- very unique and interesting


Re: The Train (User Rating: 1 )
by Redlantern2051 on Tuesday, 18th November 2003 @ 08:18:09 AM AEST
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Thanks for responding guys-anon, I live in Sydney, basically our train just stopped for ages on the tracks, and I began to peice together a poem in my mind.




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