The End

Here comes the end of March
And I'm failing all the time
My love carved his name in me
Carefully but full of might
See my head spinning
As surely as the planets
Justify why should I
He'd never come to stand it

What is this
This foreign breath I'm lying with
Thieves are never sweet
Only the end only the end
Only the end I'm dying through
Only the end only the end
Give me trust and faith and all the things I had

I trade my blessings
For a way to open up
A toss up of meaning and
Hello care to make love
Give me punishment or say
I'm a normal girl
Some would say - You just need to get through
You've got everything to learn

What is this
Hands that hold me differently
Thieves are never sweet

I kissed a marionette that didn't move
Stronger every day without you
Reached for a crown and it wasn't there
I got a fat sticky mess and I'm feeling pretty bare

Yeah I'm feeling pretty bare
I'm feeling pretty bare
That's what I feel

What is this and it's all mine
I'm stained all through my insides




Of course when I hear that song I'm thinking of some girl who carved her name. ;)

I'm writing this on New Year's Day.
Today, Emm's songs are making me feel better.
(Sometimes they make me feel worse, because they bring out my feelings.)
A funny thing happened on December 30th.
A girl I was crazy about last winter, spring, summer reappeared.
In June she moved away to Paris with her boyfriend.
Now she's back in San Francisco.
I've been writing her letters while she was away,
but I had no idea if she'd ever read them.
(The French have no computers or internet. C'est vrai! ;)
She read my mail.
She wrote and said hi.
:)
I was feeling euphoric that day.
But I have no idea if this means anything.
She probably always thought of me as nice puppy dog who likes her.
I guess one of my flaws is hoping for the way I feel to be felt by the person I'm feeling those feelings for.
;p
It would be cool to be friends again...

Here, take a look at my other-named webpage from back then.
(If you look closely you'll see Dave Genn, who played guitar on Public.)

Back home.