we tie time
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
o between this time
and last time.
30 secondi in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
o practicing that new
dance sposta which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the successivo big thing,
although that makes a different
sposta new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
o between this time
and last time.
30 secondi in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
o practicing that new
dance sposta which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the successivo big thing,
although that makes a different
sposta new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my cuore with languorous
and montonous
sound.
Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;
and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.
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CHANSON D'AUTOMNE
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure.
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens,
Et je pleure.
Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
De çà, de là,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
They say I need to forget him
Forget his face
Forget his kiss
Forger his name
Forget the Amore that I once knew
Forget how close we once were
Forget how I memorized his walk
Forget how he used to talk
But how can I??
How can I forget him
I loved him....
I still do
But I remember he's with someone knew
I remember he had chosen her
I remember when I cried all night
I remember he's gone
I remember that he's probably
with her tonight in her arms
I remember he's gone......
Forever
Forever.......
Forget his face
Forget his kiss
Forger his name
Forget the Amore that I once knew
Forget how close we once were
Forget how I memorized his walk
Forget how he used to talk
But how can I??
How can I forget him
I loved him....
I still do
But I remember he's with someone knew
I remember he had chosen her
I remember when I cried all night
I remember he's gone
I remember that he's probably
with her tonight in her arms
I remember he's gone......
Forever
Forever.......
My brother's not a werewolf
though it often looks that way.
He has to shave his whiskers
almost every single day.
His feet are getting furry
and his hands are sprouting hair.
His voice is deep and growling
like a grumpy grizzly bear.
He often sleeps throughout the day
and stays up half the night.
And if te saw the way he eats
you'd surely scream in fright.
His clothes are ripped and dirty
like the stuff a werewolf wears.
His socks and shirts are shredded
and his pants have countless tears.
If te should ever meet him
you'll discover what I mean.
My brother's not a werewolf;
he's just turning seventeen.
though it often looks that way.
He has to shave his whiskers
almost every single day.
His feet are getting furry
and his hands are sprouting hair.
His voice is deep and growling
like a grumpy grizzly bear.
He often sleeps throughout the day
and stays up half the night.
And if te saw the way he eats
you'd surely scream in fright.
His clothes are ripped and dirty
like the stuff a werewolf wears.
His socks and shirts are shredded
and his pants have countless tears.
If te should ever meet him
you'll discover what I mean.
My brother's not a werewolf;
he's just turning seventeen.
I'm sorry for all of the fights,
and for all of the lonely nights,
I'm sorry for the thoughts that made te crash,
and I'm sorry for all of the times that I stopped your laugh,
Now we can't talk
There's no way we can be,
I'm sorry for making te fall in Amore with me.
Now I live through dark days,
And I sleep through cold nights,
wishing one treated the other right.
It should have been me,
but it could have been you,
The first one to take back words of ice.
But now as i think,
Back to endless days of our youth,
Me and you,
Well the thought is so nice.
and for all of the lonely nights,
I'm sorry for the thoughts that made te crash,
and I'm sorry for all of the times that I stopped your laugh,
Now we can't talk
There's no way we can be,
I'm sorry for making te fall in Amore with me.
Now I live through dark days,
And I sleep through cold nights,
wishing one treated the other right.
It should have been me,
but it could have been you,
The first one to take back words of ice.
But now as i think,
Back to endless days of our youth,
Me and you,
Well the thought is so nice.
Sky so black
te want me,
I’m never coming back,
te hit,
te cut,
I scream,
I cry,
No matter how bad,
te always lie.
I die,
te don’t cry,
te never did,
te never will.
Don’t cry,
When I die,
‘Cause every time it was a lie.
All I have to say is,
goodbye
its my turn to die,
i may hate you,
but i Amore you,
i'm a descrase,
i've had enough,
youre on your own,
forget about the one te left alone,
te lie to much,
forget about the one te loved.
the world once used to be calm
the world now is loud
the world is mad
once i loved
now i hate
dont know why
lions once slept with lambs
now they eat them all the time
this is not a lie
kids once were loved
now there hated
parents abusing
Amore once went on
then it stopped
people stopped loveing people
people once wanted to live
now they want to die
with a knife
actors once were kind
now most are mean
we all changed suddently
once people hugged with smiles
now they hurt with smiles on there ugly face
what has happend to all of us in this world
we all once lived happily till the world went loud
the world now is loud
the world is mad
once i loved
now i hate
dont know why
lions once slept with lambs
now they eat them all the time
this is not a lie
kids once were loved
now there hated
parents abusing
Amore once went on
then it stopped
people stopped loveing people
people once wanted to live
now they want to die
with a knife
actors once were kind
now most are mean
we all changed suddently
once people hugged with smiles
now they hurt with smiles on there ugly face
what has happend to all of us in this world
we all once lived happily till the world went loud