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Leaving Westbrook
Contributed by
Franciswolf
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Monday, 25th September 2006 @ 11:47:31 PM in AEST
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A beachside kid rolls pass on his scooter in the New England Day
The police walk patrol cross seaside pass where the picnic guitars play
Oaths of loves and oaths of war, feelings sung off pass the shore
They go on and off again in key but no one really listens anymore
And the radios blast the best of a past age
From the words of teenage poets and the lyrical winding sage
Dylan sings of his tombstone blues and how he tightens up his shoes
And that’s all well and good but it’s just old news
And you look out at me from the car with a smile in your green vest
With a pierce in your eyes and a shield on your wounded, covered chest
You think I’m all alone, you know that I haven’t grown
But that I wish to show you all things that I’ve been shown
Don’t you turn away now baby, this is what you came for
For the one with the passive grin and a heart down at the core
You know that he isn’t fake and if anyone he’d make you break
But the game goes on and you want to give it up for your sake
So just drop all your fear and let the roads just take you in
Take your time in what you’re considering
You’re a goddess of loss, and sweetheart it’s your chance to win
This city lives off the tears of the ones stuck in it’s walls
They push and they crush, they yearn for some kind of just cause
But the riddles of the night, the one path looking of their sight
It just makes it out to be like it isn’t even their fight
You remember the boys who promised you their world
The Regards had sent your way while their claims shattered and hurled
Now I’m here if you’ll trust me, that I’m no temporary
That in a room of eyes yours would be the only ones I’d see
Watch the telephone lines, they’ve been up and running a long time
Above every new rebel, each passing face, each unsung line
You can learn from what they teach, if you just field to reach
If you ever want to get away from this passive, dreary beach
Hear the crash of the shores and the thunder roaring in from Long Island
Feel for the ones stuck here and go out of here with me again
We’ve got one last chance to have us ride; we’ve got no time to hide
Love. Just clutch my hand I’m on your side
This is it babe, never again
This is the happiest I’ve ever been
You’re a goddess of loss, and sweetheart it’s your chance to win
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
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2006-09-25 23:47:31]
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Re: Leaving Westbrook
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by emystar on
Tuesday, 26th September 2006 @ 12:19:45 AM AEST
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This write is tottally breath taking.
Who ever? would be a fool to say no after this incredible masterpeice. Sounds like ya been reading, my heart-n-mind.
stunned,
emy
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