[download]Odd, innit? How a song one hears /later/, after the fact, captures a feeling pretty nearly?
James Christopher Monger
I hear the freight trains go by a like a clipper ship sinking
I close my eyes; write my name on the windowpane thinking
Oh, my heart
I'm going down with what's left of the mast
I fear for my life like a bird before glass
Raindrops and roses
Raindrops and roses
I see the sun way up high like a mama bird weeping
I fear she'll come down and carry me off while I'm sleeping
Oh, my head
I'd cry like a newborn that's pulled from the breast
I pray the world never lights up my nest
Raindrops and roses
Raindrops and roses
I feel the eyes of the world like a tidal wave breaking
I wrap my arms around the copper ball weathervane shaking
Oh, my soul
I'd swim like piper with bellows for breath
And bury that spire in the belly of death
Raindrops and roses
Raindrops and roses
Lay me down slowly and clip off my wings
I'm gonna bring all my favorite things
I'm gonna bring all my favorite things
Not the rhythm I'd put it to, somehow- or not the execution, I guess- would rather it acoustic with the weight lent by a strong bass guitar, deep strings- but the words and the feeling... ah, yes. That was it.
Thank the gods for friends. Not feeling this way now.