Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Babe...I'm gonna leave you

"peddler on the pier, sell me some pain"
she pleaded to unyeilding ears in vain
A tug to the shirtsleeves and another one again

He kept his guitar tuned to the twilight
he sings an unremembered song tonight
that lingers in your dreams and vanishes at daylight

Babe, baby, baby, Im gonna leave you.
I said baby, you know Im gonna leave you.
Ill leave you when the summertime,
Leave you when the summer comes arollin
Leave you when the summer comes along.

Baby, baby, I dont wanna leave you,
I aint jokin woman, I got to ramble.
Oh, yeah, baby, baby, I wont be there,
Really got to ramble.
I can hear it callin me the way it used to do,
I can hear it callin me back home.

I know, I never leave you, baby.
But I got to go away from this place, Ive got to quit you.
Ooh, baby,
Baby, ooh dont you hear it callin?
Woman, woman, I know, I know its good to have you back again
And I know that one day baby, its really gonna grow, yes it is.
We gonna go walkin through the park every day.
Hear what I say, every day.
Baby, its really growin, you made me happy when the skies were grey.
But now Ive got to go away
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Thats when its callin me
Thats when its callin me back home...

Get your Led out!
Led Zeppelin forever!

Saturday, April 19, 2008


sitting on the edge
staring into the abyss
looking within
wondering what else did i miss

dog day afternoons
and balmy nights
silly notions of romance
by fluorescent lights

Drives at dusk
through winding lanes
holding on to past
thoughts insane

its time to move on
its time to dive
the heart is just a clock
if you don't feel alive

Friday, April 18, 2008

Castle of Thousand Words

High up in my ivory tower
Behind large words of courage, I cower.
A facade of careful rationality
Never betraying the torrents of emotions, as I indulge in banality.
A little lost in the by lanes between yesterday and tomorrow
I move through this world with a rictus masking my undefined sorrow.

A hundred times I rehearse my bravado
It gets me through about ninety nine times though
Just that once in about a every so often
I crack and yield in moments most inopportune
Among people I couldn't care about less
My darkest secrets I do confess.

In their dispassionate tolerance
I vicariously act out your acceptance.
I regret not being able to be as honest with you
As with utter indifferent strangers I manage to.
Fearful petty little loser with eyes lowered
Behind my mighty words, in an ivory tower, I cowered.