humor
i don’t care
― John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick
At first I was afraid I was petrified Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side But then I spent so many nights Thinking how you did me wrong And I grew strong And I learned how to get along And now you’re back from outer space I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face I should have changed that stupid lock I should have made you leave your key If I had known for just one second you’d be back to bother me Go on now, go walk out the door Just turn around now ‘Cause you’re not welcome anymore Weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye Do you think I’d crumble Did you think I’d lay down and die?
Oh no, not I. I will survive Oh as long as I know how to love I know I’ll stay alive I’ve got all my life to live I’ve got all my love to give and I’ll survive I will survive, I will survive! Hey, Hey!
It took all strength I had not to fall apart Kept trying’ hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart And I spent oh so many nights Just feeling sorry for myself, I used to cry But now I hold my head up high And you see me, somebody new I’m not that chained up little girl who’s still in love with you And so you felt like dropping in And just expect me to be free Now I’m saving all my lovin’ for someone who’s loving me Go on now, go walk out the door Just turn around now ‘Cause you’re not welcome anymore Weren’t you the one who tried to crush me with goodbye Do you think I’d crumble Did you think I’d lay down and die?
ellusion
I’ve been riding a fine line
Between dreamland and consciousness
I’ve been floating all alone
Halfway to shore
I’ve been losing my grip
On all things real
Time passes slowly
Like a melting clock
I’ve been wandering
Across this divide
Wondering not where I will end up,
But wondering what I will escape
Shapes and faces float ahead
The ever present reminder of actuality
Boats are in the distance
There’s safety in them
But my grip slips further
And I can’t hold on
To something that isn’t truly there
Buddha.
I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me…
She showed me her room, isn’t it good, norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine
We talked until two and then she said, “It’s time for bed”
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn’t and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn’t it good, norwegian wood.
