by Mark Knopfler
I see this world has made you sad
Some people can be bad
Things they do, the things they say
I'll wipe away those bitter tears
I'll chase away those restless fears
That turn your blue skies into grey
Why worry?
There should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now?
When I get down I turn to you
And you make sense of what I do
I know it isn't hard to say
Just when this world seems mean and cold
Our love comes shining red and gold
And all the rest is by the way
Why worry?
There should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now?
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Why Worry
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Labels: contentment, hope, melancholia
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
God Says Nothing Back
by Jakob Dylan
Seems like the world's gone underground
Where no gods or heroes dare to go down
As teardrops from a hole in heaven come
Overhead like ravens dropping down like bombs
Through the morning's silver-frosted glow
God says nothing back, but I told you so
God bless the void of my daydreams
Head back in the snow, making angel wings
As slow motion dancing lights at dawn
Sail beneath a burning yellow sun
I'm calling out from the deep ends of my bones
Time says nothing back, but I told you so
Still waters rising in my mind
Black and deep, smoke behind my eyes
Last night I could not sleep at all
I hallucinated that you were in my arms
To be in your heart I failed my own
Love says nothing back, but I told you so
Still here reclimbing every rung
Someone saw something, someone speak up
Back over the rotted bridge I cross
Open up these graves, let these bodies talk
Buried under leaves blood red and gold
Death says nothing back, but I told you so
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Labels: disharmony, God, melancholia
Saturday, June 6, 2009
That Man I Shot
by Patterson Hood
That man I shot, he was trying to kill me
He was trying to kill me, he was trying to kill me
That man I shot, I didn't know him
Was doing my job, maybe so was he
That man I shot, I was in his homeland
I was there to help him, but he didn't want me there
I did not hate him, I still don't hate him
He was trying to kill me, and I had to take him down
That man I shot, I still can see him
When I should be sleeping, tossing and turning
He's looking at me, eyes looking through me
Broke out in cold sweats when I see him standing there
That man I shot, shot not in anger
There's no denying it was in self-defense
But when I close my eyes, I still can see him
I feel his last breath in the calm dead of night
That man I shot, he was trying to kill me
He was trying to kill me, he was trying to kill me
Sometimes I wonder if I should be there
I hold my little ones until he disappears
I hold my little ones until he disappears
I hold my little ones until we disappear
And I'm not crazy, or at least I never was
But there's this big thing I can't get rid of
That man I shot, did he have little ones?
That he was so proud of? that he won't see grow up?
Was walking down his street, maybe I was in his yard
Was trying to do good, I just don't understand
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Labels: anxiety, disharmony, melancholia, political, war