Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Cry without weeping .. talk without speaking.

.. scream without raising your voice.

Not so great, today. How do you get through the hard ones - the days where there are no fresh horses to be found so your horse just gallops along so thirsty and just REALLY pissed at being so thirsty?

Everything all comes crashing down in my head, sometimes. Everything. Mrs Woog looked at me one day and said, "I can't believe you're not more fucked up than you are!" And I thought to myself - I am, oh I SO am more fucked up than what I lead people to believe.

So there you go. Will this post wreck my brand? HA.

This is what saved me today, in a roundabout way. And if what Bono is doing disturbs you? You are lucky for not knowing darker shit. Just think of it as performance art. I think of it as "memories."



And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was
Lying still
Said I gotta do something
About where we're going

Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain, maybe
Run from the darkness in the night
Singing ha, ah la la la de day
Ah la la la de day
Ah la la de day

Sweet the sin
Bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out

You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice

You know I took the poison
From the poison stream
Then I floated out of here
Singing...ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day
Ha la la de day

She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
And the storm blows up in her eyes
She will...

Suffer the needle chill
She's running to stand...

Still.


I stuck these letters in my old office about five years ago. Still not sure why.

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