something old combined with a little new
“Of all the times that I've been burned
By now you'd think I'd have learned
That it's who you look like
Not who you are”
--Jackson Browne, “Rosie”
He just keeps her like a popsicle
Frozen, all set to carry around and
Lick every which way, up and down
But she’s on the ground and melting fast
And I just can’t let this last
This roaring thing
So stifled and silent within my chest
My heart beat finds a rhythm
And my body begs for rest
This running from this hunting thing
Is beating me down quite badly
What am I running from?
What in God's name is after me?
When is someone going to press stop?
"Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me, I am small and needy
Warm me up and breathe me" --a very pretty song
By now you'd think I'd have learned
That it's who you look like
Not who you are”
--Jackson Browne, “Rosie”
He just keeps her like a popsicle
Frozen, all set to carry around and
Lick every which way, up and down
But she’s on the ground and melting fast
And I just can’t let this last
This roaring thing
So stifled and silent within my chest
My heart beat finds a rhythm
And my body begs for rest
This running from this hunting thing
Is beating me down quite badly
What am I running from?
What in God's name is after me?
When is someone going to press stop?
"Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me, I am small and needy
Warm me up and breathe me" --a very pretty song