CLANDESTINY'S BLOG
MY FIRST BLOG ENTRY; PRAY IT ISN'T MY LAST.
Friday, November 12, 2004 6:35 PM
"Yer Blues" - -Lennon & McCartneyYes I'm lonely wanna die
Yes I'm lonely wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.
In the morning wanna die
In the evening wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.
My mother was of the sky
My father was of the earth
But I am of the universe
And you know what it's worth
I'm lonely wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.
The eagle picks my eye
The worm he licks my bone
I feel so suicidal
Just like Dylan's Mr. Jones
Lonely wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.
Black cloud crossed my mind
Blue mist round my soul
Feel so suicidal
Even hate my rock and roll
Wanna die yeah wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.
COMMENTS: 6
Comments
Friday, 12 November 2004 18:44
Ummmm. . .do you, perchance, need to talk? I'm willing to be a sounding board for any unloading you would like to do.
Sunday, 14 November 2004 22:40
You know you have friends who care about you. Look forward to seeing you soon.
Sunday, 14 November 2004 22:53
I thank those who offered help, those who had advice, those who had encouragement, those who offered an ear, and those who lent one.
I'm still here. Not as happy to be here as I might like; but I hope that will pass.
I began this entry with lyrics written by others. I'd like to close it off with these lines, written by myself:
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Advice to Robert Frost
In the flames of love infernal,
hope no longer springs eternal.
She by whom my head was turned,
wields the torch, and I've been burned.
She who made my eyes a-sparkle
has reduced my heart to charcoal.
Once she left my throat a-choke;
now it only coughs with smoke.
Words of love spent hours parsin'
all are gone; the cause is arson.
Yes, my perfect dear serene
has sprayed the joint with kerosene
and lit the match; and left me charred
and blistered, blackened, scorched and scarred.
So now I'm finished with desire;
the roasted child avoids the fire.
To Hell with heat, that's my advice.
I hold with those who favor ice.
I'm still here. Not as happy to be here as I might like; but I hope that will pass.
I began this entry with lyrics written by others. I'd like to close it off with these lines, written by myself:
____________________________________
Advice to Robert Frost
In the flames of love infernal,
hope no longer springs eternal.
She by whom my head was turned,
wields the torch, and I've been burned.
She who made my eyes a-sparkle
has reduced my heart to charcoal.
Once she left my throat a-choke;
now it only coughs with smoke.
Words of love spent hours parsin'
all are gone; the cause is arson.
Yes, my perfect dear serene
has sprayed the joint with kerosene
and lit the match; and left me charred
and blistered, blackened, scorched and scarred.
So now I'm finished with desire;
the roasted child avoids the fire.
To Hell with heat, that's my advice.
I hold with those who favor ice.
Monday, 15 November 2004 14:24
hey man i know i havent been able to make the meetups lately,but that doesnt mean i havent stopped thinking about you all.my point is if you need to talk feel free to email me or call me.take care man,i know i only met you once but i think,i know you are a great guy and whatever you are going through we or others can to you about it.keep flying.
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