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Octubre 12, 2006
Useless Desires
Say goodbye to the old street that never cared much for you anyway
And the different colored doorways you thought would let you in one day
Goodbye to the old bus stop frozen and waiting
The weekend addition has this town over-rated
You walk across the baseball green
The grass has turned to straw
A flock of birds tries to fly away from where you are
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye old friend
I can't make you stay
I can't spend another ten years wishing you would anyway
How the sky turns to fire
Against the telephone wire
And even I'm getting tired of useless desires
Everyday I take a bitter pill
It gets me on my way
For the little aches and pains
The ones I have from day to day
To help me think a little less about the things I miss
To help me not to wonder how I ended up like this
Walk down to the railroad track and ride a rusty train
With a million other faces I shoot through the city veins
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye old friend
You wanted to be free
And somewhere beyond the bitter end is where I wanna be
How the sky turns to fire
Against the telephone wire
And even I'm getting tired of useless desires
Say goodbye to the old building that never tried to know your name
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye old friend
You won't be seeing me again
Goodbye to all the window panes shining in the sun
Like diamonds on a winter day
Goodbye, goodbye to everyone
How the sky turns to fire
Against the telephone wire
It burns the last of the day down
And I'm the last one hanging around waiting
On a train track and the train never comes back
And even I'm getting tired of useless desires
Patty Griffin
Posted by sarita at 10:11 PM
Octubre 9, 2006
Florida
Couple of young girls went
Sailing down on A1A
To the arms of Florida
Sailing down the highway
Singing their heads off
Protected by the Holy Ghost
Flying in from the ocean
Driving with their eyes closed
The night want to kiss you deep
And be on his way
Pretend that he don't know you
The very next day
Isn't it hard sometimes
Isn't it lonely
I'll still hang around here
There's nothing to hold me
You slide down into the sea
Twelve hours on you feet
Get the tide to wash away
Thousands and thousands of days
Someone you never meet
Signs the check you get every week
He tries to but can't forget
All the strangers you met
Every night never holds you
Nothing anyway
Makes promises that he never intends
To keep everyday
Isn't it hard sometimes
Isn't it lonely
I'll still hang around here
There's nothing to hold me
Everytime, every year, travelers come and go
You seem landing with their pale wings
And flying back to the snow
Summer comes marching in
With its heavy boots on
Kicking along the backtop
Sidewalks of A1A
The young girls in their bare feet
Cigarette smoking
Looking every which way
Wishing and hoping
And you want the night just to let you sleep
And be on his way
Wrap you up in some cool sheets
And have nothing to say
Isn't it hard sometimes
Isn't it lonely
I'll still hang around here
There's nothing to hold me
Nothing to hold me
Patty Griffin, from Impossible Dream
Posted by sarita at 11:18 PM