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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Train
[time] => 2003-11-17 02:53:24
[hometext] => Tihs is inspired by an actual incident that happened yesterday. And then my mind began to wander...I hope u like it.
[bodytext] => The Train The train stopped today and we hung on the bridge Like children I had my eye on sweet sixteen I don’t have a heart That’s Ok, ‘Cause it hurts to feel But I keep getting reflections of things that used to be They way you said I would someday look weathered And does that mean I won’t be a movie star? Was all I would ask when I was younger These days there’s a lot more I could say Been a long time since those hot wasted nights Down on the rainy beach Where we dived beneath the water Where we surrendered To lust and good drugs To mouths and all the things our bodies want But never use words like Love Never use words like Love Because Love was not enough Not to the hustlers, not to the DJ at 3AM, not for River Phoenix, not to us anymore The train stopped today and we hung on the bridge Like children I had my eye on sweet sixteen Wearing an Astro Boy t-shirt Straight out of 1982 I had the Stones on I was lost I was wearing my silver cross Sometimes you meet someone With the same tattoo With the same scar Call it what you want And it’s enough Sometimes it’s enough I wonder if all the lights in the rave clubs Ever get turned off I’ve been out on the wire for weeks I’ve been dressed sharp I’ve been a ghost dialing it thru I wish it was tomorrow I wish it was next year I wish I was you ‘Cause you got some of that happiness That I lost in the dark time You got some of those good feelings That the poison corrupted and misused I don’t know if I’ll ever be whole again I can’t tell the future I can only read the stars But it’s all a secret and I might be mad I can’t tell you everything The train stopped today and we hung on the bridge Like children Lonely, a little hurt, and used, and older now, than years ago But like hunters for a chorus Like whores for a hit song And yearning for the water To wash away What it can But all those called sinners don’t repent They like what they do You get used to the blood and regret We parade down the river-side With our collection of skull hearts around our fingers and across our necks Where saints once rose and the flowers would sing By the shores of the River King And I can see the gates of that Palace You used to talk about in dreams And it might not be for me But I was addicted to the sound of that vision The train stopped today and we hung on the bridge Like children Hung there till they let us thru Pale eyes so sweet Looking out over the Ocean I wonder what you see I want to say Something good and full of trust My concern for you So real So unable to change now But lost in the sound of negotiations We aren’t moving catalogue It’s all somewhere in between death and living I can live with only dreams But I need you to touch me while I’m sleeping I never could sleep alone That hasn’t changed I want to say Words that are like a shield I don’t have a heart That’s Ok ‘Cause feelings hurt You don’t have nothing to worry about I won’t say Love I won’t say Love I won’t say Love The train stopped today and we hung on the bridge Like children With so much for us to do, so fragile are we. (David Finn, 2003) [comments] => 3 [counter] => 308 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Redlantern2051 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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