RiCterMan
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Joined: Jun 10, 2005
Location: Madison, OH
Posts: 742
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| Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 12:12 am |
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I wrote these lyrics within the last twenty four hours. I was feeling very angry and impatient last night... I thought about how sometimes when your walking somewhere, you kick a small rock or pebble away from you, then catch up to it, and kick it further. -Stop and go..., stop and go, and the pebble has no control. I feel similarly helpless to that pebble, but I can feel it. So, here's what came of all that...
"The Pebble and the Man"
-Rick, "RiCterMan," Strayer, fecit.
I kick a pebble across the pavement.
Much like me, it catches scrapes along the way.
But the difference is the motion, 'cause I am my own push and shove,
and I have will within a heart that cries out...
(Chorus):
Oh, damn...
Damn to this.
-and damnit.
All I feel is my impatience.
Damn to this.
I want to live.
The pebble stops just like a stalled man.
I'd like to be beyond these days; this is my plague.
But consequence cares not for devotion. I kick the pebble on.
I watch, and feel words fly out.
(Chorus)
(Long Interlude)
(following first line repeats 8 times):
At least it cannot feel
the road that is so real,
here for me to feel.
The pebble and the man-
one is stuck, to take the slam.
(Chorus)
(Outro music)
EnD
I'm fine tonight... It's just hard to deal with reality sometimes. I have a job, my temporary license, and a car in the driveway..., but the license is still hard to reach because my father is always too tired to ride with me while I practice, and since I let all my old friends go, I have none who can ride with me. -And of course' the goal of getting my own place feels light years away, because everything else that lies before that needs to be finished first. Anyway..., I hope the lyrics made good sense of the emotions. Later, everybody...! |
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