cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well
jones_casey

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uncovering old treasures

thursday.


the river, on from mill to mill,
flows past our childhood's garden still;
but ah! we children never more
shall watch it from the water-door!
below the yew--it still is there--
our phantom voices haunt the air
as we were still at play,
and i can hear them call and say:
"how far is it to babylon?"


without stopping to explain my plans i retraced my way to the street and hastened to the barracks. i did not dare to enter the building, filled as it was with members of the air-scout squadron, who, in common with all zodanga, were on the lookout for me.

"it's moved to the right now it's gone a little to the left," said the sub-warden: but he had his back to the window, and was making signals to the Lord chancellor, pointing to uggug and the door, with many a cunning nod and wink.

for this revenge, for this sweet word, revenge
must ease and cease my wrongful injuries.
and by the sword of bloody mars, i swear,
ne'er shall sweet quiet enter this my front,
till i be venged on his traitorous head
that slew my noble brother albanact.

volcanic fires had thrown up a colossal mound of cinders burned forever to the hues of the setting sun. in every light and shade of day it held true to its name. farther north rose the bold bulk of the san francisco peaks, that, half lost in the clouds, still dominated the desert scene. then as carley gazed the rifts began to close. another transformation began, the reverse of what she watched. the golden radiance of sunrise vanished, and under a gray, lowering) coalescing pall of cloud the round hills returned to their bleak somberness, and the green desert took again its cold sheen.

"do you think there is no hope of your father relenting?" he asked, in a tone of despondency which anticipated the answer.
"father's very hard to move," said moses; "and when mother and asenath can't prevail on him, nobody else need try. i'm afraid thee must make up thy mind to the trial. i'm sorry to say it, richard, but i think thee'd better go back to town."
"i'll go to-morrow,--go and die!" he muttered hoarsely, as he followed moses to the house.

"but i think i ought to advise you."
"to advise me?"
"i think i know your nature."
"i think you don't," said gertrude, with a soft laugh.
"you make yourself out worse than you are--to please him," mr. brand said, gently.
"worse--to please him? what do you mean?" asked gertrude, stopping.
mr. brand stopped also, and with the same soft straight-forwardness, "he doesn't care for the things you care for--the great questions of life."


put on your bad self
get out your party dress and
fix up your makeup
try to make a good impression
this is a new world
we're all the same here
well maybe not the same
but you know what i mean

i've got everything that you want
i've got everything and someday i'll be president
and
i've got everything that you want
i've got everything
and honey are you listening?

hey elisa
is this what you want?
well i play piano and i sing like a hummingbird and
oh i forgot that
hummingbirds don't sing
it doesn't matter really
'cause you know what i mean

separate
love from addiction
it's not the same

i know
i see
desperation
pulling my strings

take out your hair pins
lift up your party dress and
sit back and listen for the rush of submarines
hey elisa
is this what you want?
sometimes you compromise to get the things you need

i've got everything that you want
i've got everything
and its a brand new world elisa
i've got everything that you want
i've got everything
except the single thing you really need

sent away
blood and rejection
they isolate
i know
'cause i see
a generation starin' back at me
wasted away
wasted my time
this picture you see
is nothing like the one
i wanted painted of me


elisa says
"it's all right with me
if you're sure
it wouldn't be the first time though
it's happened a couple of times before
and i don't even expect much anymore
and anyway
it's not as if i was waiting for you to come and make it all okay"
well yeah well your family's gone, elisa
so won't you look into my eyes
elisa?

shut away
between blood and rejection
you isolate
and i know
'cause i see
visions of people grabbing hold of me
wasted away
wasted my time
this picture you see
is nothing like the one i wanted painted of me


put on your bad self
get out your party dress and
fix up your makeup
try and make a good impression
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