In light of recent events
I need to apologize
My tounge was caught in a state of shock
A momentary lapse of concentration
My tounge was temporarily out of service
It took a leave of absence
sick leave
Sick of work
Hoping to project itself into the cranium
Hoping/waiting/rejuvenating
Hoping that ESP would be enough to stop a war
Hoping that for once an army would come
nothing.
nothing happened
nothing would ever happen
not like this
for this reason, i picked up my guitar
not knowing how to play
I stummed the strings to chords in my lungs
I sang, even though I couldn't fathom how to and why
Can I sing for you?
Desperately searching for an honest answer
baby takes her momma's hand and walks along the street
momma's trying to buy you a mocking bird
mocking all the sadness in our lives, because...
because sometimes, times like these need laughs
If that mocking bird don't sing
momma's gonna buy you some time
time to create your own stage
your own voice/rhythm/rhyme/time
If that voice/rhyme don't work
momma's gonna take the time to love you still
The song's incomplete but baby holds on tight to her momma's hand
The strings of the guitar vibrate and pass the guitar on
Are you strong enough to sing with me?
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Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Cat got my tounge
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