Posted 27.9.03 by Deirdre

Perfect memory
by Remy Zero

Remember how they always seemed to know
we had the forest in our eyes
but the earth was in our clothes
and they thought we'd fall
not at all

so look back on the treasured days
we were young in a world that was so tired
though it's not what we wanted before
even the saints had to crawl from the floor
summers when the money was gone you'd sing
all your little songs
that meant every thing to me

and i'll remember you
and the things that we used to do
and the things that we used to say
i'll remember you
that way

remember how they tried to hold you down
and we climbed those towers
and looked down upon our town
and everything you hoped would last
just always becomes your past (it hurts)
summers when the money was gone you'd sing
all your little songs that meant everything
to me

but then this world
slipped through my fingers
and even the sun seemed tired
i still cared
as i lowered you down
my heart just jaded
in that moment the earth made no sound
but you were there
you helped me lift my pain into the air

if it don't hurt you
it won't hurt me
it don't hurt me
then it won't hurt you
if it don't hurt you
it won't hurt me i know

©2003 Remy Zero
visit: remyzero.com

Posted 15.9.03 by Deirdre

Mawkish, fickle
Sappy
happy
you sappy
me happy
sticky like a fickle nickel
no better than beaten around the bush
till our minds go crazy
slow, still, on the upkeep
we're giving in
selling out for pseudo-smiles
making quota by the haze upon our eyes,
I'm happy
the glaze upon a smile, unhappy

unhappy
you and me
all our lies play out upon our faces
we fall in line with smiles and courtesy
but who here really means it
cause they should be our leader


hehe

Posted 10.9.03 by Deirdre

Tomorrow, forever

when we'll be together
we'll lay beside a willow tree
give our days to counting leaves
and cuddle beneath a setting sun
we'll take our time and share the sky
embrace until the dawn and dew rise
we'll lie and wait till church bells ring
run to marry at the altar
saving all our time together
that slips like sand between our fingers
sprinkling love on our eyes
to give us dreams for when we sleep

when we'll be together, our hearts will skip a beat
we'll share every one after that
and we'll bleed our deepest wounds
our souls will have their fill of comfort
and our lips will have theirs, too

...just a day, another day
and we will be together
under sky and willow tree
the sunrise and the sunset
above the falling leaves
just a day, another day
and we will have forever
just a day, another day
and we will be together

I love you, Deirdre!

Posted 1.9.03 by Deirdre

Out of the picture

Sisters, brothers, friends and lovers; careless how we treat each other... we throw ourselves at the canvas in stains of black and blue. With shades of gray to skin, and painted bones beneath our gaze down from these tainted eyes of red, we are staring at the palette just as one who's read between the lines of love and dipped the brush in lies, coloring a world to meet a colorless delight. When will we love outside ourselves? When will brighter colors be claimed from off the shelf? How long can we--will we wait to want to love; or will we fail to climb above our frame and let the artist's name remain? For we all know now we're not art. All we are is just a stain. And until we step out of the picture, should we dare to wear His name?