New Years in me...
These are my only thoughts on New Years Eve,for I do not buy into the hype,I simply live,and hold a candle up in my window to invite the good spirits and keep the bad ones away.
Brought in from the Jeff Buckley LJ community:
New Years' Eve Prayer,by jeff Buckley
you my love are allowed to forget about the christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house
you my love are allowed to shed the weight of all the years before like bad disco clothes, save them for a night of dancing, stoned with your lover
you my love are allowed to let yourself drown every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams
you my love in sleep can unlock your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreaming is for the courageous
you my love are allowed to grab my guitar and sing me idiot love songs, if
you lost your ability to speak, keep it down to two minutes
you my love are allowed to rot and to die and to live again more alive and incandescent than before
you my love are allowed to beat the shit out of your television, choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind kill kill kill kill the motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and its narrow right winged vision and its cheap commercial gang rate becomes the white noise of the world (turn about is fair play)
you my love are allowed to forgive and love your television
you my love are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven
you my love are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified
you my love are allowed to suck in every single endeavor
you my love are allowed to be soaked like a lovers blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift
you my love are allowed to receive praise
you my love are allowed to have time
you my love are allowed to understand
you my love are allowed to love
woman disobey
little man believe
you my love are a rebellion
Brought in from the Jeff Buckley LJ community:
New Years' Eve Prayer,by jeff Buckley
you my love are allowed to forget about the christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house
you my love are allowed to shed the weight of all the years before like bad disco clothes, save them for a night of dancing, stoned with your lover
you my love are allowed to let yourself drown every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams
you my love in sleep can unlock your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreaming is for the courageous
you my love are allowed to grab my guitar and sing me idiot love songs, if
you lost your ability to speak, keep it down to two minutes
you my love are allowed to rot and to die and to live again more alive and incandescent than before
you my love are allowed to beat the shit out of your television, choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind kill kill kill kill the motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and its narrow right winged vision and its cheap commercial gang rate becomes the white noise of the world (turn about is fair play)
you my love are allowed to forgive and love your television
you my love are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven
you my love are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified
you my love are allowed to suck in every single endeavor
you my love are allowed to be soaked like a lovers blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift
you my love are allowed to receive praise
you my love are allowed to have time
you my love are allowed to understand
you my love are allowed to love
woman disobey
little man believe
you my love are a rebellion