LETTER OF RESIGNATION LYRICS
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Takes a dried up ballpoint, lemon juice and water, keeps diary invisibly. in the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite, thereís a certain search for certainty, you know weíll never see her
S touch her childhood home in photos that she took. itís one more omission from a highschool history book; how whole lives are knifed and pushed aside. to whom it may concern...this is to inform...yours, sincerly yours... thereís a bus thatís leaving half an hour from now. it wonít take her where she really wants to go. so she sits there with her luggage at her side. in the empty stations of our empty lives. take a broken bottle, take a rafter beam, or take a needle and a tarnished spoon. all just words to kill off one more unheard statement in another dying afternoon; she says sheís leaving soon. so so long to ten hour shifts and faking sympathies. farewell to piles of bills, unpaid utilities. all rolled up and unfurled like a flag. wake up and pack your bag... "itís like being sick all the time, I think, coming
Home from work, sick in that low-grade continuous way that makes you forget what itís like to be well. we have never in our lives known what it is to be well. what if I were coming home, I think, from doing work that I loved and that was for us all, what if I looked at the houses and the air and the streets, knowing they were in accord, not set against us, what if we knew the powers of this country moved to provide for us and for all people, how would that be, how would we feel and think and what would we create? "
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