D. (dalaruan) wrote,
D.
dalaruan

though I sang in my chains like the sea

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom, said William Blake – which was rather naughty of him because it doesn't.
Sebastian Horsley, Dandy in the Underworld




There's a lady in the city
And she thinks she loves them all
There's the one who's thinking of her
There's the one who sometimes calls
There's the one who writes her letters
With his facts and figures scrawl
She has brought them to her senses
They have laughed inside her laughter
Now she rallies her defenses
For she fears that one will ask her
For eternity
And she's so busy being free

There's a man who sends her medals
He is bleeding from the war
There's a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store
There's a drummer and a dreamer
And you know there may be more
She will love them when she sees them
They will lose her if they follow
And she only means to please them
And her heart is full and hollow
Like a cactus tree
While she's so busy being free

Joni Mitchell, Cactus Tree

You once said, you don't know if you should despise or pity me because of my ways.
How dare you, dear.
Tags: love that killing field, solitude
Subscribe

  • a rebours

    Ich mach ein Lied aus Stille. Ich mach ein Lied aus Licht. So geh ich in den Winter. Und so vergeh ich nicht. Eva Strittmatter, Vor einem Winter…

  • get a.head

    And when that happens, I know it. A message saying so merely confirms a piece of news some secret vein had already received, severing from me an…

  • And I had put away / My labor and my leisure too / For His Civility

    And so I whirl around and around, in this breathtaking, vertignious merry-go-round, until the reaper asks me for the last dance.

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments