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I Wish I was Deep
Contributed by
redlantern2051
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Sunday, 3rd October 2004 @ 08:04:15 AM in AEST
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I wish I was deep
I wish I was deep
I wish I was deep more often
But something in me loves bubblegum
Something in me loves bubblegum
People judge your heart from the words that you say
And people want you to like the same films as them
And people want you to always decide
Where the heart belongs
But I don't know where my heart belongs,
I have traveled thru the darkness of the valley
I have sat in the sun-room with warm arms around me,
But I'm alone today, with only regrets & submerged feelings inside
& they make cold company
Could I ever meet someone, somewhere
Who could take away this blindness
& let my Heart see the Light again?
Could I ever meet someone, somewhere
Who could answer my doubt?
Is there a heart out there, not bitter, not so broken it's destroyed forever,
Is there a heart, not so tangled up, in all that went before?
Is there, is there a clue, to a puzzle that will answer my questions
& grant me freedom in the sacred place?
Sometimes, for all my hope in a better world, I wonder that.
Sometimes, I worry about me.
'Cause I don't know where my heart belongs,
& I don't know what to say,
I don't know what you need,
But I can give you time & I can give you space & I can give you a hand to hold
Anything you want, I'm an acrobat
I'm so shallow it has come haunt me,
It's come to haunt me
Every step I take
I'm searching for you
But with each passing day
You just get more distant and blue
& I can't search for ghosts anymore,
They always fade away in the room looking out to the Sea
& I can't stay too long
I feel like a gambler down to his last hand,
& I can still jive,
If it all comes down to today,
I've got enough game
But this brave face
I have worn for years,
Is getting old, & getting tired of laughing
As the bridges burn, behind me.
I want to cross a bridge that I can't burn,
I want to sing with Michael Stipe
Inside the warm summer rain,
I want to let go of doubt, and please, taste a little peace
Just a little peace
I wish I was deep
I wish I was deep more often
But something in me loves bubblegum
Something in me loves bubblegum
All the posters are electronic
No-one is the same is the rule
All the books I read are about pain and friendship and identity
In this club you only get in the door if you have been abused
I wish I was deep
I wish I was deep more often
But something in me loves bubblegum
Something in me loves bubblegum
It wouldn't be me if I had all the answers,
It wouldn't be me if I could act like it didn't matter.
What would Steve McQueen say, if he was alive, and this was Hollywood?
I guess I'll see you around, someday.
I guess I'll see you around, someday kid.
But this ain't Hollywood, & I ain't Steve McQueen.
Sometimes I laugh thinking of the way I throw my heart to the wind.
Steve would just go out and ride his motor-bike.
I hope the Light follows both of us,
& when we journey upon the dark waters
There will be a voice calling from the far shore
Drawing us ever onward, to release, or some kind of Core.
(David Finn, 2004)
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Re: I Wish I was Deep
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by Remy on
Sunday, 3rd October 2004 @ 01:55:19 PM AEST
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i love how this rambles on and on, yet it's more than just that. well penned, i love it! ;0)
~Remy~ |
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Re: I Wish I was Deep
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by monophobic on
Sunday, 3rd October 2004 @ 07:25:02 PM AEST
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| here is a simple solution....say whats in your heart and on your mind...not all the time so your just a bubble of words...just when things matter most...all other chatter is a waste of time |
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