Archive for August, 2010:
doggerel for the daring…
If I can figure out chords for the chorus bit, I’ll probably record the thing and slap it up here…
I look at me in the mirror
I don’t like what I see
I wanna see happy and rested
I wanna see flyin and free
And I wanna see calm and collected
I wanna subtle and sane
I wanna get out of this spinnin
And I wanna come out of the rain
I wanna fall flat into happy
I wanna sink down into joy
I wanna wake up from this nightmare
I wanna walk away from their ploys
And I wanna be miserably happy
I wanna with rot with smiles
I wanna climb the top of the tallest tree
I wanna lay down for awhile
What’s blocking the mirror
What’s blocking my view
I look in all I see is me
When I all want to see is you
All I want to see is you
I sit here in this cold blue room
Staring at the wall
I stare a little longer
I can feel the darkness fall (call?)
I breathe like they told me to
Counting 7, 8, 9, 10
I’m afraid I’ve lost my way
I’ve lost the door again
I’ve been into the mines of me
My only hope is you
My only hope in this dark, damp cave
Is that you’ve tasted darkness too
My only hope is a nail-scarred hand
That’s dying to be free
My only hope is a wounded side
And the blood pouring over me
My only hope is a heavenly flood
My only hope is your light
It’s my only hope in this fiction land
Cause I don’t have the strength to fight
All the monsters that want to pursue us
All the windmills that deface
All the maidens that need to be rescued
All the world that needs Your grace
What’s blocking the mirror
What’s blocking my view
I look in, all I see is me
And all I want to see is you.
All I want to see is you.
I kick and I scream and I thrash at you
I kick and I scream and I thrash at you
I kick and I scream and I thrash at you
Hold me in spite of me
Hold me in spite of me
What’s blocking the mirror
What’s blocking my view
I look in, all I see is me
And all I want to see is you.
All I want to see is you.
I sit here in the darkness
I don’t know if you’re going to come
I know I know so much more than this
I’m the beloved son.
I know I’ll be swimming in laughter
I’ll know my name by somehow
I might be afraid in the darkness
But I won’t be afraid of the crowds
I won’t be afraid that they’ll see me
I won’t be afraid of my words
I won’t be afraid of my still, small voice
I won’t be afraid I’ll be heard
Nothing blocking the mirror
Nothing stopping the view
A view so clear
I can see from here
You like to see me too
So I’ll let you see me too.


