The Rising

    By Jimmy

    Posted on Friday, 5 July 2002

    Ripped off of Springsteen's latest. Again, I give no apologies or explanations, save for the strange desire to have JA roll in her grave once every year.

    Can't see the plot in front of me
    Can't see the conflict coming up behind
    I write my way through this hump
    I can't think of nothing but this affair that riles me
    Lost track of how far I've gone
    How far I drifted, how low I've sunk
    On my mind's a scene I can't post
    Nothing on my screen is sublime

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    Left the comp this morning
    Head's ringing need some air
    Wearin' this cross of my writing
    On wheels of confusion I am finally here

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    There's DeBourgh above and behind me
    Her face in fury, eyes narrowed tight
    Trying to rob precious lines from me
    Lord, as I stand hard before her might

    I see Emma in the garden
    In the garden of a thousand sighs
    There's portraits of Anne's children
    Floating on a sea filled with light
    Maybe Lizzy feels his arms around her
    Maybe Catherine sees her shining knight
    A dream of words sings softly to me
    Like an angel dancing on the pin of life

    Words of happiness and sorrow (a word about life)
    Words of want, words of tears (a word about life)
    Words of longing and sadness (a word about life)
    Words of forgiveness, words of fear (a word about life)
    Words of memory and of shadow (a word about life)
    Your wonderings echo in my head tonight
    Words of acceptance, words of unaccounted strife

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    The End

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