Wednesday, September 15, 2004
ghosts and whores
the last time we talked
I found I was walking alone
and you were a ghost
an echo inside the phone
and I preconcieved
the most usual lie
I'd hold onto you
untill the day I die
well I gave some thought
maybe I gave pause
and realised the effect
was nowhere worth the cause
so I'm hanging up
your voice will echo no more
it's all over, now for sure
you've got some nerve
to think I would come walk though your door
when you treated me equally
like a prince and a whore
no excuses please
I'm off of my knees once more
it's all over, now for sure
I found I was walking alone
and you were a ghost
an echo inside the phone
and I preconcieved
the most usual lie
I'd hold onto you
untill the day I die
well I gave some thought
maybe I gave pause
and realised the effect
was nowhere worth the cause
so I'm hanging up
your voice will echo no more
it's all over, now for sure
you've got some nerve
to think I would come walk though your door
when you treated me equally
like a prince and a whore
no excuses please
I'm off of my knees once more
it's all over, now for sure
Monday, September 13, 2004
monday morning
driving across portland's ross island bridge is very nice in the morning. light plays in the trees on the west hills. so many bridges. the ross island never stalls for boats- it's really high. good morning.
