Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Old Stuff.

no matter what you think
the day is going to be like
no matter what your plans are
no matter what lyrics
you compose for yourself the night before

time passes
no matter what you think or hear
today is a symphony
that sounds far away from yesterday

talktalktalk
thinkthinkthink
bebetterbebetterbebetter
begoodbegoodbegood
belikewater
learn
live
breathe
focus
shooosh
so pretty, so pretty as she strokes your head
calm down, calm down
don'ttalkdon'ttalk
don'tthinkdon'tthink
bebetterbebetterbebetter
what'sgood?what'sgood?
belikevapor
rise to the top
realize that falling down
is natural
dripdripdrip
goes tears
dripdripdrip
thank you, says
everything beneath you

Sweating in orchestra pits

upside down

thank you, says
everything above you

no matter what you think
the day is going to be like
no matter what your plans are
no matter what lyrics
you compose for yourself the night before

time passes

4 comments:

silvano said...

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
ciao, silvano.

shut up christine said...

merry christmas, kevynn

your ______ cb :)

silvano said...

The translation of my post (http://31canzoni.blogspot.com/2008/12/vigilia-di-natale.html) is:
"Christmas Eve, tonight a big dinner with family;
Thinking of tomorrow, I'm already a bit sad.
I have written these words for you, 'cause I simply would like to wish you Merry Christmas
and Happy New Year.
Nothing more, only my best wishes to all of you

Bye
Silvano"

Rachel Christmas said...

Today is the day after Christmas. I worked hard not to acknowledge the Christmas trees and shiny things. Now I have this eery feeling. That the biggest event of the year could be virtually non-existant if you aren't around for it. Somehow I wanted it to overpower my cynicism. Stalking me like a jilted lover. Instead it all just passed, regardless of my consent. When I woke this morning I had this feeling of being too late. Like I didn't make it, and that's that. I realize that some of our most important days occur unexpectedly, and some of our most expected days occur un-importantly.
...
You said it better Mr.K.