Saturday, 9 June 2007

in the end

Take it out
on someone else
better, yourself.

I can not see the reason for your blame
though it strikes me odd, you tend to think the same
your reasoning does not much good for me
and it's time I set you free
throw out the key.

Well it does no good to rummage through the past
these things will only give us back our gas
well it's better just to let bygones be gone
and we'll meet back here again
out on the lawn.

I know you liked me best. I loved you most
but it's useless now to chase that lover's ghost
and it's getting late and we are getting tired
distance turns these things around
that's how we're wired.

So take it out on someone else and see
no they won't be puttin' up with misery
and then you'll come back draggin' on your knee
but I will not be around
I'm leaving town.

I do believe I see a lonesome tear
have I touched the nerve which makes my heart to fear
that you'll always be the one I call my friend
ain't it just like you and me
in the end.

2 comments:

Josie Two Shoes said...

You could have written this one for me, my story is the same.

Gina said...

Yeah, Josie. ya know, I thought of you after I wrote it. I guess it's a common sentiment when you've had quite enough.

I went to bed with the melody of Bob Dylan's 'Abandoned Love' in my head. When that happens it usually goes in like background music all night. I awoke at 3 AM to write this thing. At the time I did not 'know the lyrics, only the first line and I knew the words "spanish moon" and "pot of gold" were in it...I usually play a song over and over when I like it but I had not memorized this one yet... it's just as well because I think I would have felt insecure around all that amazing imagery. After your comment I was wondering what the actual lyrics were and found that he had used the words 'Key' and 'Ghost'...and I felt suddenly like I stole them from him! Plagerized. Anyway, I dreamed I actually met him last night. My inspiration.

Abandoned Love- Bob Dylan

I can hear the turning of the key
I've been deceived by the clown inside of me.
I thought that he was righteous but he's vain
Oh, something's a-telling me I wear the ball and chain.

My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
He's always off somewhere when I need him most.
The Spanish moon is rising on the hill
But my heart is a-tellin' me I love ya still.

I come back to the town from the flaming moon
I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon.
I love to see you dress before the mirror
Won't you let me in your room one time 'fore I finally disappear?

Everybody's wearing a disguise
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes.
But me, I can't cover what I am
Wherever the children go I'll follow them.

I march in the parade of liberty
But as long as I love you I'm not free.
How long must I suffer such abuse
Won't you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose?

I've given up the game, I've got to leave,
The pot of gold is only make-believe.
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church.

We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,
I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
My head tells me it's time to make a change
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.

One more time at midnight, near the wall
Take off your heavy make-up and your shawl.
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.