Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Miss Shawn Colvin says...

It was never clear what would come but that's the risk and that's the test
And you were the only one so far to follow
And no one talks about when one might stop and need to rest
Or how long you sit alone before you stop looking back
It's like you're waiting for Godot
And then you pick your sorry ass up off the street and

And what the hell is this? Who made this bloody mess?
And someone always answers like a martyr
Is it something you should know, did you never do your best
Would you be saved if you were brave and just tried harder

--If I Were Brave


A to the S said...

okay i'll leave the first one:

dear anna,

no one wants to read song lyrics, especially if they don't know the songs. stop being a tool.


Anonymous said...

dear anna -

stop thinking about us.

the audience

A to the S said...

sassy. i like it!

Anonymous said...

Nah, you're good. Song lyrics are much cooler than posting Victorian poetry, anyway.