Bad love is no life. Good love is like water for the soul. Let it go. Live as blue as the ocean. Live as white as snow. Let it go.
…continued from December 1, 2008:
“From now on I will provide two pieces I have written in each post. One from the archives, and another written recently.” -link: http://andreweidson.wordpress.com/2008/12/01/its-simple-expression/
I decided to post two songs. One from 2004 and one from a couple of months ago. It’s interesting the mental beanstalk we climb as we get older. It seems to me that the only difference now in this world is the amount of smile and the excess of style. Anyway, here’s two examples of the jack I’ve become…
4a.) From the archives:
CULTIVATED: (Adalia-2004)
I STAND CORRECTED.
Trying to define your reason, but the landscape is changing.
The annual regret has passed. Dividend being gained by profit.
You entered this heart with a drizzle of affection, if you leave embrace a downpour of regression.
I STAND CORRECTED.
The seems you weren’t have become the beliefs you are.
I hope you see disappointment in my silence.
I stand corrected by your false motives, of true heart, that have planted my desires.
4b.) Fairly recently written for Chanticleer Fox
(ME)(NO MATTER)(YOU):
If you tell them, tell them all. And tell the truth: that I loved you.
And when you tell them, hold your pride. Because it’s my expense on which you lie.
So, if you stay tonight at least for awhile, I can say you’re mine at least for the time.
And the sun will never stop.
But if you you lay without me, I surely doubt he can be the one you can live without.
I’m afraid I’m losing it all.
Your love was like the dust in a cottage house. The wind brought it in, but the men just swept it out.
I swear I’m coming home. But, in that case, it could be anywhere.
So, if you stay tonight at least for awhile, I can say you’re mine at least for the time.
And the sun will never stop.
But if you you lay without me, I surely doubt he can be the one you can live without.
I’m afraid I’m losing it all.
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We are just dressed up whores, who claim to have a love for the Lord.
But we don’t even know his name.
Yes, we are just dressed up whores, who claim to have a love for the Lord.
But we don’t even know his name.
What are we searching for? What are we fighting for?
