One of those days when the hat doesn't help
Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 9:13 am
I didn't think we'd be here again,
But it feels like it's time to say goodbye.
One year since we found each other again,
But we don't make it work, you know we tried.
You say all I want is fortune and glory,
To suit my selfish needs.
You almost had me believing that,
Til I wasn't what I needed to be.
I think you wanted a hero,
To take you from that place.
Cold, dark, where your father left you,
So far from a state of grace.
Now in the warmth and brightness of day,
You can't stand your hero's ways.
And the same things that drove me then,
Are now driving you far away.
I'm weary of this boiler room,
That seems to serve you as my cell.
You drank me in, like my depths were endless,
But I'm not that deep of a well.
You put me on this pedestal,
Ah, why did you make it so high?
That first step is a long way down,
And I've got no stunt man standing by.
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It's getting close. I'm following the Leonard technique; I wrote an initial version of the first 4.5 verses. The second last one was finally completed, and the last amuses me to great deal, so I'll finally venture to put it out there. The lines, rhythm, and meter seem to improve each time I type it out.
Yes, I know I stole a Leonard caption for the title seemingly with no relation, but if anyone does figure out who the characters are (other than they could be my ex-wife and I), it'll makes a great deal of sense.
Looking forward to feedback, and I hope you enjoyed it.
But it feels like it's time to say goodbye.
One year since we found each other again,
But we don't make it work, you know we tried.
You say all I want is fortune and glory,
To suit my selfish needs.
You almost had me believing that,
Til I wasn't what I needed to be.
I think you wanted a hero,
To take you from that place.
Cold, dark, where your father left you,
So far from a state of grace.
Now in the warmth and brightness of day,
You can't stand your hero's ways.
And the same things that drove me then,
Are now driving you far away.
I'm weary of this boiler room,
That seems to serve you as my cell.
You drank me in, like my depths were endless,
But I'm not that deep of a well.
You put me on this pedestal,
Ah, why did you make it so high?
That first step is a long way down,
And I've got no stunt man standing by.
-------
It's getting close. I'm following the Leonard technique; I wrote an initial version of the first 4.5 verses. The second last one was finally completed, and the last amuses me to great deal, so I'll finally venture to put it out there. The lines, rhythm, and meter seem to improve each time I type it out.
Yes, I know I stole a Leonard caption for the title seemingly with no relation, but if anyone does figure out who the characters are (other than they could be my ex-wife and I), it'll makes a great deal of sense.
Looking forward to feedback, and I hope you enjoyed it.