There are blissful meadows deep in the woods that only the lost can find
Saturday 15 June 2013
"Oh dear dad, can you see me now?" (Vedder 1991)
"Oh, dear dad, can you see me now
I am myself, like you somehow
I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me
I'll open up...Release me..."
(Artist: Pearl Jam; Album: Ten; Track:Release; Year: 1991)
Can't clap my hands 'Coz they're bussy tryin' to strangle The neck of my bass Can't move nor dance With my feet stuck deep down In a dirt beneath the grass Don't stand no chance In coping with this world With my head lost in space Can't stand the glance With my eyes used to darkness Of liminal disgrace
Can't feel a thing With my heart swingin' on the hooks My heart swingin' on the hooks Heart swingin' on the hooks
I tried to reason with myself But heart has its reasons That reason don't know And no I can't go on Trying to find some closure But it seems forewer gone And I look for you In the dark of the mirror Father, please don't go And I bleed the picture Of thousand sorrows Please! Please! Please come home!
Can't feel a thing With my heart swingin' on the hooks My heart swingin' on the hooks Heart swingin' on the hooks
... I got my eyes made of glass... gotta mouth full of glue... got my black lungs filled with gas... and a despicable point of view... forgot my brain up in the fryin’ pan... I hide in dungeon made of books... I have strength of an old man... and my heart swingin’ on the hooks... I gotta feed my greedy eyes... with a pitch fork for a spoon... I gotta dig me a hole so I can lay down and rest ‘fore the sunshine kills the moon... I got some nails in my pocket for my coffin... got some coffin under my nails. I am the stoker man on a Hellride Express crossin’ a desert without the rails... I gotta spiders in my coffee... I haven’t had shit for days... In a bar one night I got into a fight so I had to spend the night in jail... I gotta phone in my trembling hand... but there ain’t nobody on the other end... I called to say I love you and I’m sorry but you, you were already dead...
Hooks
ReplyDeleteCan't clap my hands
'Coz they're bussy tryin' to strangle
The neck of my bass
Can't move nor dance
With my feet stuck deep down
In a dirt beneath the grass
Don't stand no chance
In coping with this world
With my head lost in space
Can't stand the glance
With my eyes used to darkness
Of liminal disgrace
Can't feel a thing
With my heart swingin' on the hooks
My heart swingin' on the hooks
Heart swingin' on the hooks
I tried to reason with myself
But heart has its reasons
That reason don't know
And no I can't go on
Trying to find some closure
But it seems forewer gone
And I look for you
In the dark of the mirror
Father, please don't go
And I bleed the picture
Of thousand sorrows
Please! Please! Please come home!
Can't feel a thing
With my heart swingin' on the hooks
My heart swingin' on the hooks
Heart swingin' on the hooks
Hooks pt II
ReplyDelete... I got my eyes made of glass... gotta mouth full of glue... got my black lungs filled with gas... and a despicable point of view... forgot my brain up in the fryin’ pan... I hide in dungeon made of books... I have strength of an old man... and my heart swingin’ on the hooks... I gotta feed my greedy eyes... with a pitch fork for a spoon... I gotta dig me a hole so I can lay down and rest ‘fore the sunshine kills the moon... I got some nails in my pocket for my coffin... got some coffin under my nails. I am the stoker man on a Hellride Express crossin’ a desert without the rails... I gotta spiders in my coffee... I haven’t had shit for days... In a bar one night I got into a fight so I had to spend the night in jail... I gotta phone in my trembling hand... but there ain’t nobody on the other end... I called to say I love you and I’m sorry but you, you were already dead...
Hooks pt III (Air Pocket Blues)
ReplyDeleteI sang my heart out
In the pockets full of air
Right there in the calm
Between them stones
Pretty gruesome archive
Storage only - no retrieval!
I swear you couldn’t tell
Between the God and the Evil
Are you lonesome where you lay
With your lungs all filled with clay
If you don’t mind I’d like to stay
‘n pretend like we’re holdin’ hands
It’s been too long since we parted ways
But I don’t bother counting days
And it ain’t my style anyways
See, the truth never was my game
I sang my heart out
In the pockets full of air
Right there in the calm
Between them stones
Pretty gruesome archive
Storage only - no retrieval!
I swear you couldn’t tell
Between the God and the Evil
Been too long since we parted ways
But I don’t bother counting days
And it ain’t my style anyways
See, I don’t care much for the truth
And of what use is it anyways
I have your face just a blink away
And your scent just everywhere
And your baritone lives right in my head
Bridge:
I love the world in my dreams
Yeah, I hate it while awake
What I ain’t got I wanna give
What you can’t give me I wanna take
And now I stand here
With my heart swingin’ on the hooks
My heart swingin’ on the hooks
Heart swingin’ on a hooks
Chorus:
This is for you!
My hear t swingin’ on a hooks...
This is for you!
My hear t swingin’ on a hooks ...
I only sing because of you!
And song will carry me to you!
I’ll see you later in my dreams!
Where we all are kings and queens!
This is for you!
My heart swingin’ on a hooks...
This is for you!
My heart swingin’ on a hooks ...