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 end of the summer is here again.
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
who am i to te ? who am i to you? i gave my life time to you.. so who am i to you? what te think about me? what te think about me? i am always thinking about you..so what te think about me?
what do te do for me ? what do te do for me? i will do anything for te .. so what do te do for me?
do te ever loved me? do te ever loved me?
i am always loving you.. so do te ever loved me?
do te ever ask domanda about me? do te ever ask domanda about me? i am always asking about you..so do te ever ask domanda about me?
please answer my question.. please answer my domanda ...i am always answering your domanda even for your cuore beat.. so please answer my domanda my love..
She Doesn't Know
da Cody Herman
Through the window I stare successivo door
When is she coming out
She's the only one I adore
But then why do I doubt
Her hair is golden like the sun
Shining bright and strong for all to see
She looks at me and I'm undone
I didn't foresee that she was the one for me
Why do I hesitate
It wasn't too long ago
My cuore beats at a faster rate
But she doesn't know
The power she has over me
I putty in her hands
She just couldn't leave me be
Her wish is my command
When will I find the courage
To tell her how I feel
Am I able to break this bridge
Will I stand o I kneel
I can't do it
I'm afraid she'll say no
I need to get a grip
She still doesn't know
da Cody Herman
Through the window I stare successivo door
When is she coming out
She's the only one I adore
But then why do I doubt
Her hair is golden like the sun
Shining bright and strong for all to see
She looks at me and I'm undone
I didn't foresee that she was the one for me
Why do I hesitate
It wasn't too long ago
My cuore beats at a faster rate
But she doesn't know
The power she has over me
I putty in her hands
She just couldn't leave me be
Her wish is my command
When will I find the courage
To tell her how I feel
Am I able to break this bridge
Will I stand o I kneel
I can't do it
I'm afraid she'll say no
I need to get a grip
She still doesn't know
te said...
te said
te would
try to make
this up.
te said
te wanted
me da your side.
te said
I would be happy,
I would be
happy this time.
te said.
te said
te wanted
the fresh start
for us,
te said
te wanted us
back,
te wanted
me back.
te promised.
te said
te would
try,
te said
that things
would be better
this time,
te said
I would feel
better
from now.
Remember,
te said.
No più tears,
te said,
no more
empty words,
remember?
te said.
te said
te wanted
a fresh start
for us.
te said,
no più pain,
te said,
no more.
And no più lies
now I say,
sell them
some where else.
Broken promises,
that's all
te gave,
no più pain,
that's what
te said.
THe world is cruel,
when we are young we ride above the clouds in the bubble of innocence
but as we age we begin to sense the pain behind our parents faces
we see then that really, not everyone is nice.
we begin to understand that "your not invited to my birthday party" is the deadliest threat we can make
and that one giorno someone will hate me for who I am and someone will hate te for who te are,
because your not a cheerleader
because I am a cheerleader
because I have brown eyes
because te have white skin
because I have two dads
because te have one mom and no dad
because your grandparents were Chinese
because I'm Jewish
And why will people do this?
Because the world is a cruel place.
None of these things are true about me, they are simply examples of the stupid things people will judge te by.
when we are young we ride above the clouds in the bubble of innocence
but as we age we begin to sense the pain behind our parents faces
we see then that really, not everyone is nice.
we begin to understand that "your not invited to my birthday party" is the deadliest threat we can make
and that one giorno someone will hate me for who I am and someone will hate te for who te are,
because your not a cheerleader
because I am a cheerleader
because I have brown eyes
because te have white skin
because I have two dads
because te have one mom and no dad
because your grandparents were Chinese
because I'm Jewish
And why will people do this?
Because the world is a cruel place.
None of these things are true about me, they are simply examples of the stupid things people will judge te by.
te seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows te
like a hook,
won't let te go,
won't leave te alone.
te smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that te hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves te not,
te don't see the Angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give te a strength.
te long for life
that te don't know of,
te seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.