Post by Laura on Jun 9, 2006 12:15:17 GMT -6
I'm sure somewhere the sun is setting over you
hope there's still a pen in your hand
for a couple of months down the road a new drug
to keep me listening
you know I'll always have your records spinning
you know I'll always have your records tattooed
you know I'll always have your records swimming
through the streams of veins inside me
I remember hearing your voice recalling what love is
and I dug in the garden for hours
only to find at the end you were there all along
living inside my ears
my hands write because you laugh
my hands write because you breathe
my hands write because you taught me how to
see outside my window
and in front of a crowd I spoke your words,
it was this gorgeous poetry embedded in musical layers
and the crowd, they applauded your strength,
now from my page to my mind to my voice
they seep into the walls
and I hope someone finds them
greets it like a familiar comfort
and I hope those words save somebody too.
I kept my tail on your trail
pulled me right through trouble
fourteen years of lifting me up
and still I cannot get enough
and this year, it was a May to remember
I think your atmosphere is static
stuck to my clothing, I will never wash it out
and I remember every detail
and towards the end
you raged
you yelled
you sang "come back"
and I sang
I yelled
I raged "just stay"
a/n: "Come Back" is one of their newest songs and it has touched me more than I can describe. It is my definition of beauty. I also saw them live in May and they performed that song. I was amazed, in awe, electrified ... you get the point. And he would sing "come back" with such emotion that I was just hoping the night would never end.
Also, Pearl Jam's album "Binaural" helped me a hell of a lot through high school. A lot of this poem refers to that. I don't think I would have made it without them, for it was a very depressing time.
Just a little background.
