Damien Rice/ Cannonball

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
Still I can't say what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer
to me
So close that I can't see what's going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know

the final chapter of the romantic dominant - (break out your colorless secret decoder ring for the secret message below ) Love is not a fluffy thing. Its got edges and teeth. Love refuses to play small or sell out. Love is more powerful than rage. - Julia Butterfly Hill

Comments

your dd said…
The price I paid
was too high.
I pay it still,
In installments.

Meant to cripple me,
To bind me,
To hold me,
And keep hurting me.

All of my making?
None of my making?
A mixture of foolishness?
A lack of wisdom?

Or just my Carapace
In dreadful action?
Saving me from,
Just more of the same.
Danger?

I can see it.
I can't touch it.
I can hear it.
I can't feel it.
I am thrilled by it.
I am damaged by it.

Oh please make it stop!
Oh please help me!
Guide my hand
Tothe dagger.
Cover my hand with yours.

Hold me while I cry
And cut the tether,
The rope,
The chain,
The collar.

That I may breathe again.
That I may live again.
That I may hope again.
That I may love again.
because I do not know how now.
Not sure who you're writing about but advice from one friend to another, dont bother trying to +know+ how to love anyone.


seriously. think about it. was there anything you could have learned about loving your parents when you were young? you either do, or you don't. we can see patterns maybe. little glimpses of it all.


i think freedom is scary sometimes to people who sort of see themselves as submissive.

speaking personally, damien rice is probably writing alot about the kind of pain that women can tune into easier than men. he's very , very good.

so are you.


nice poem. keep up the good work.