Where I End and You Begin
Tonight the frat went to sing for one of our alumni. He was proposing to his girlfriend and we all sang to help him do it. We have a serenade we sing and at one point we all drop to our knees and when that happened he proposed. It was really cool. So that was really neat to see. We did it right along the Susquehanna in Harrisburg and it made me miss Philadelphia and the times I got to ride up along the Scukhill. It was gorgeous in spite of the overcastedness.
Tonight are the various haloween parties. I've been invited to three of them but I don't know how the nght will turn out. Josh is coming up and bringing Kristin and Kristen. I miss Josh a lot so it will be awesome to see him. Tomorrow we're (Doggy, Mike H, and myself) in the studio all day recording our band for MPS. That should be cool. I hope they're good.
I was looking at the leaves
Climbing to the tops of the trees
But you were nowhere to be found,
Just beneath all the green
You were buried like a little seed
Among the roots and underground,
I was licking at the leaves
But i was in short sleeves and you.
You were like some sickness that I caught.
My sweetheart moved away,
Swept off like garbage in the alleyway
I need more grace than I thought.
Brother, I'm far away from everything good!
She's like a hot cloth on a fevered head
And like a needle she leads me
(Well, I follow like thread)
Tie me up!
Untie me!
All this wishing I was dead is geting old...
It goes on but it's old.
-mewithoutyou. catch for us the foxes
So, I write poetry and I thought I'd put some up here. So there you go everyone.
And today is another day
That I wish for some absolute calm
What’s the poison that I must take
To kill away this useless clamor
I strive to be anechoic
But even walking shakes the ground
Or looking to my left or right
As people pass in glamour
So I sit here and try to forget
About useless words and phrases
About loneliness or passion
In spite of all their warnings
I’ll fly away one day
Beyond any comprehension
And cease to want to land
In a pale blue sunlit morning
Run away child there’s only fire behind
Run away and let the other ones know
Run away child from this world of death and hate
Take me with you as you escape
Just run away
And they think they’ve got it
As they call for help all day long
But the door is right here so shall we
Or is the tempting just too much
It’s more than half way back now
So lets just plunge in my friend
Won’t you sing this with me now
Or live like lovers and such
Or is that too much to ask
To be able to do or say
Can people just let me love you
And can people just let me spin
Or does everything have to move
Forward being the preferred direction
But what they don’t know is that
Forward progress is really just falling in
-J. Bachman
And I’m surrounded by my pride again
And all I try just ties me down
I’m a letter that was never delivered
And remains to be unfound
I told you I couldn’t do this without your help
And now it’s just the opposite where you seem to need me
And I can’t take your clinging on
But I can’t take you so far from me
So let’s just forget all those things you said
A nice idea if I didn’t know
That you meant them all the while my friend
It’s odd that I should call you that now I suppose
So let me have it right here and now
Unleash the dignity I thought you owned
Just drop the leash and let it lunge
And drag me down bleeding from my throat
Cause who cares about me and who cares about you
If you had it your way now it’d be no one I think
But I hear you calling out for help so I can’t believe
That you meant a word you let out of your mouth
-J. Bachman
Paint the sky light and fog
Put the blues back where they go
Sweep the reds away before the master wakes
And shines his head over the morning
Fall on me rain of ice
Put my senses back in my head again
Bring me back from my dream where this was real
And remind me that it all is fake
Bite my skin oh frigid friend
And take me back to bundled fun
Bring my sister to mind and brother too
Take away my wet feet but remember the days
I’m running out of breath
And I feel so alone in the snow
It seems unfair to think of this time again
But why should I think this memory’s any different?
-J. Bachman
