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Just in case you hadn't noticed by now, my LJ is much more to read people's stuff than post my own.
Here's a bunch of crap.
68. Girl
Say your prayers, girl, 'cause we're leaving here for good.
Forgot to read the fine lines, and I knew that you would.
Say your goodbyes, girl, to your family and friends.
And make sure that they're good, you won't see them again.
"You're not yourself, girl", that's what you heard all them say.
Deep inside you know that they've never felt this way.
"You're not who you were, girl", or so goes the nagging.
You're cheating and lying and stealing and betraying,
Deep inside you know, you've never felt so alive.
Look at yourself, girl, now what have you become?
You used to have friends, girl, and now they're all gone.
"Open your eyes, girl, get yourself together."
Don't listen to them, girl, you know I make you feel so much better.
Forget 'bout them, girl, you know they don't understand.
You're simply special, far above them you stand.
Do you remember, girl, the first time, you and I?
You laid eyes on me, and said "That, I want to try".
No one loved you, girl, no one, not even you.
I always told you I'd take good care of you.
Don't you worry, girl, 'cause you'll feel no ill
so long as you do everything and bow to my will.
But deep inside you know you'll be so alive.
Look at yourself, girl, now what have you become?
You used to have friends, girl, and now they're all gone.
"Open your eyes, girl, get yourself together."
Don't listen to them, girl, you know I make you feel so much better.
What's the problem, girl? There is fear in your eye.
You've been getting distant, with your mind in the sky.
what's the worry, girl? You shouldn't be in doubt.
I have the answer here, it's so clear, it's so loud.
Do not resist, girl, you know it's all good for you.
I am the answer, the one, real and true.
Don't turn away, girl, you know you can't resist.
Stay here with me, slave, you know you'll never resist!
"You're not yourself, girl, you've turned into a slave"
What do you mean, you don't want to feel this way?
"You're not who you were, girl, you're just a junkie"
Listen to me, slave, I'm all you want, all you will ever be.
Philippe Yaworski
23-09-08
69. La Démence m'attend
Qui me pardonnera d'être ce que je suis?
Pas moi, pas après ce que je me fais subir.
Je jète ma vie au plus profond d'un puit
et la laisse là, la regarde pourrir.
Accepterais-je le pardon s'il m'était offert?
Accepterais-je la personne? Pourrais-je la supporter?
Ma foi est ancrée au plus profond de ma terre,
l'arracher reviendrais à me briser.
Ma foi me laissera-t-elle un jour aimer?
L'humain ne m'inspire pourtant rien de bon.
La solitude est chose désirée,
mais la Démence m'attend, le piteux vagabond.
Me fera-t-elle oublier? Sera-ce pour le mieux?
Ma foi ne sera-t-elle qu'un vague souvenir lointain?
L'amie me fera oublier tout ce qui est trop vieu.
Je n'aurais plus de foi, je me sentirai presque bien.
Est-ce que la Démence m'attendra longtemps?
Osera-t-elle un jour partir sans moi?
Si un jour elle y arrive, je ne sais comment,
me laissera-t-elle seule avec ma sale foi?
Ma foi est bonne, ma foi est forte, ma foie est vraie.
Ma foi me nuit, ma foi me blesse et me détruit.
Est-ce du masochisme? En est-ce près?
Que la Démence m'habite, que je disparaisse dans la nuit.
03-10-09
Philippe Yaworski
Here's a bunch of crap.
68. Girl
Say your prayers, girl, 'cause we're leaving here for good.
Forgot to read the fine lines, and I knew that you would.
Say your goodbyes, girl, to your family and friends.
And make sure that they're good, you won't see them again.
"You're not yourself, girl", that's what you heard all them say.
Deep inside you know that they've never felt this way.
"You're not who you were, girl", or so goes the nagging.
You're cheating and lying and stealing and betraying,
Deep inside you know, you've never felt so alive.
Look at yourself, girl, now what have you become?
You used to have friends, girl, and now they're all gone.
"Open your eyes, girl, get yourself together."
Don't listen to them, girl, you know I make you feel so much better.
Forget 'bout them, girl, you know they don't understand.
You're simply special, far above them you stand.
Do you remember, girl, the first time, you and I?
You laid eyes on me, and said "That, I want to try".
No one loved you, girl, no one, not even you.
I always told you I'd take good care of you.
Don't you worry, girl, 'cause you'll feel no ill
so long as you do everything and bow to my will.
But deep inside you know you'll be so alive.
Look at yourself, girl, now what have you become?
You used to have friends, girl, and now they're all gone.
"Open your eyes, girl, get yourself together."
Don't listen to them, girl, you know I make you feel so much better.
What's the problem, girl? There is fear in your eye.
You've been getting distant, with your mind in the sky.
what's the worry, girl? You shouldn't be in doubt.
I have the answer here, it's so clear, it's so loud.
Do not resist, girl, you know it's all good for you.
I am the answer, the one, real and true.
Don't turn away, girl, you know you can't resist.
Stay here with me, slave, you know you'll never resist!
"You're not yourself, girl, you've turned into a slave"
What do you mean, you don't want to feel this way?
"You're not who you were, girl, you're just a junkie"
Listen to me, slave, I'm all you want, all you will ever be.
Philippe Yaworski
23-09-08
69. La Démence m'attend
Qui me pardonnera d'être ce que je suis?
Pas moi, pas après ce que je me fais subir.
Je jète ma vie au plus profond d'un puit
et la laisse là, la regarde pourrir.
Accepterais-je le pardon s'il m'était offert?
Accepterais-je la personne? Pourrais-je la supporter?
Ma foi est ancrée au plus profond de ma terre,
l'arracher reviendrais à me briser.
Ma foi me laissera-t-elle un jour aimer?
L'humain ne m'inspire pourtant rien de bon.
La solitude est chose désirée,
mais la Démence m'attend, le piteux vagabond.
Me fera-t-elle oublier? Sera-ce pour le mieux?
Ma foi ne sera-t-elle qu'un vague souvenir lointain?
L'amie me fera oublier tout ce qui est trop vieu.
Je n'aurais plus de foi, je me sentirai presque bien.
Est-ce que la Démence m'attendra longtemps?
Osera-t-elle un jour partir sans moi?
Si un jour elle y arrive, je ne sais comment,
me laissera-t-elle seule avec ma sale foi?
Ma foi est bonne, ma foi est forte, ma foie est vraie.
Ma foi me nuit, ma foi me blesse et me détruit.
Est-ce du masochisme? En est-ce près?
Que la Démence m'habite, que je disparaisse dans la nuit.
03-10-09
Philippe Yaworski