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2006-01-07 13:24:02 ET And weeping she lays down ~ me And weeping she lays down - a human sacrifice to the King of Ska. Each drumbeat mimics the gunshot - each horn glints the sacrificial knife; She lays motionless on the two-tone floor, eyes mere pools of vacuous space, bleeding silver from her halved soul. Letter never sent ~ me Could someone please explain to me how to live now that you’re gone? Maybe I can curl up inside the tempos of our music just to be close to you? This has to be a sick joke – my life, shattered, misplaced, misguided. Who the hell am I going to dream with? Who else is going to listen to records with me; search through dusty boxes for the good stuff? Christ, the streets of New York have never been so lonely and hard. I’d like to go to the city and lie on the pavement, sacrifice myself up to the god of pain just to feel the city’s rhythms and know that you existed. This is a trick! A rotten trick! Too many corners of Jersey have been left unexplored. Too many culdesacs of new York left unvisited! Philly not yet fully squeezed dry of its cultural juices! There are mountains to be climbed, rivers to be canoed, lakes to swim, hikes to take, songs to sing, bears to run from, pictures to take, poems to write, stars to see, moons to admire. We have dances to dance, roads to travel, concerts to attend, fields to explore, forests to traverse. Somewhere there is an ocean we’ve not yet touched! We had the whole of America laid at our feet – our very own Thunder Road – cotton woods and deserts waited for us; warm Pacific breezes were holding their breath for our arrival. A home was waiting to be filled - with us – each room broken in – filled with smiles and safety. The whole world is weeping tonight for our lost visits. Who else will do all this?! Tonight I cry for me and for all that we have lost. I cry for the children we may never beget. I cry for the places we may never see. I cry for the albums our fingers will never paruse. I’m crying for every concert we will attend alone, but together, and for every night our beds will be empty. I want you home with me. This is stupid and senseless and no one can explain to me why if it’s right it feels so bad. I want our life back. You complimented my soul perfectly and now, you’re gone. How am I supposed to live? What do I do with our albums, pictures, and moments saved from a lifetime? Please darling, get better and find me. You are my everything. Don’t let my hope be false. My heart keeps saying – he will come – he will find me. Please, my Darling Love, heal well; miss me while we are apart, think of me often. Keep my picture on the wall so you can remember. Think of me often so you don’t forget and come for me when you can. I loved you always – in you I was complete. I loved you when we met. I loved you through this tragedy. I suspect that I will always love you. I know that it is God’s will that we be apart. I pray it is in His will for us to once again be whole. I am but half a person without you. Are you but half a person without me? Forgive the narcissism, but I believe this song works both ways…. Hell When I’m Gone "The heat grows inside of you and you can’t, no you can’t seem to find a way. You struggle so hard Just to try and be with me But you can’t seem to find a way I keep you waiting so long Ain’t it hell when I’m gone? For many days and many nights you waited The minutes without me grow so long When you’re alone And I was Yet your feelings for me stay so strong I keep you waiting so long Ain’t it hell when I’m gone? Baby, you know that since I touched you no other man’s Touch will do you right mmm…Late at night you just think about me and the way, the way that I hold you I said the way that I touch you mmm…the caress of my fingers on your soft, soft skin and that’s how I begin… And I keep you waiting so long, Ain’t it hell when I’m gone?" ~King Django/Josh That/Radiation Kings |
