Monday, May 31, 2010
Ships
In a dark and lonely ocean, we seek a lighthouse to help us to shore without knowing whether there is either shore or lighthouse. We find only each other in the darkness but the similarity of our positions gives us little to no comfort. Sometimes there are lights in the distance but there is no way to know whether they are lighthouses or mirages born of desperation, and by the time we sail close enough to find out we may be too far from a lighthouse to ever reach the shore.
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Not sure whether I should take this as being written in earnest, or if it was constructed in crude mockery of a certain nihilistic poeticism that I sometimes employ myself. If it is the former, then you have surprised me; if it is the latter, then you have almost maybe fooled me. Either way, well done.
I've got blood on my dick cuz there's no remorse.
I like this one, it is very dark. I hope its not mockery because it certainly rings true.
I can't put my fist in your college degree...
What does one do if one is too far from the shore?
There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say, Brandy, fetch another round
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say: "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah, your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loved
He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home
The sailors say: "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, Lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
It is, yes it is,
He said, "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
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