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[title] => Unpopular Anthems for the Middle Classes
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[hometext] => This one just came out in one go-I hope you like it!!
[bodytext] => Unpopular Anthems for the Middle Classes Traveling home on the bus, Never sitting with the cool kids Singing Smashing Pumpkins songs On the headphones All by myself It’s amazing what you find When you look around the edges We crawl through this life like beautiful snails And we leave a trail behind For others to follow I used to watch the gorgeous girls as they walked thru school I used to feel so small and sometimes it didn’t even feel like I had a face I remember Miriam, With her windy face of shadows She used to live near me And she had a brother who was annoying but funny He used to spy on me when I stole Punisher from the comic store He never sold me down the river I wonder where she is now I wonder what happened to him too Something good I hope Because they both deserved it I remember Reading magazines and believing them I remember What it was like to not be cool I remember Donna, Blonde, so beautiful She was like an adult and I was like years behind her And she was the first, To know this heart And guess the secret it held Yeah, she knew it all somehow She called me on it in Economics Class She said I should say it, if that was what I wanted to do But I kept so silent And I pretended to be just a teenager without a clue Because my heart was still frozen Because I still wanted to be invisible Because I changed suburbs like a nomad I changed suburbs like a nomad Singing Smashing Pumpkins songs On the headphones All by myself Trying to find out where I belonged And if you had a spare ten years We could cycle thru the golf clubs and the tennis courts We could go to clubs and act like vampires Because I changed suburbs like a nomad I changed suburbs like a nomad But you wouldn’t find a real me and maybe not even you But everywhere I ever found was a like an oasis in a desert of cool And friends dried up like water Nothing lasts forever That’s what I found That’s the flipside of this instant life But then when I get negative Something draws me back to Buddha and the Wheel And I feel like a Technicolor Sun, And I can call my real friends still But it’s funny how when you get old, you call only those who make you feel safe When once your heart courted the danger Friend, this heart is used and long past jaded now almost into freedom I have so many questions I have so many hit songs I have so much heart-ache I have so much left to prove But come the witching hour I went down by the Sea I went to watch the fireworks by myself And somewhere down along these years I have forgotten which tears are for me and which are for those I’ve left But this I know Sometimes the beauty and the sadness are as one Singing Smashing Pumpkins songs On the headphones All by myself It’s amazing what you find When you look around the edges And if anybody ever follows this trail seeking answers to questions they themselves bring Beware of possessions For they make us slaves Beware of not believing in Love For it will one day come And turn up that little world you know And only some are strong enough To strip away the chains of ice and of shallow friendship And wake up inside the dream In the freedom that feeling brings Where we are reborn and reborn Ever-changing and mostly endless, until some moment of release Opaque, as clones in the rain, Quoting Leonard Cohen songs Where one day we will all belong But if you ever held me in your strong arms, If you ever were the heart I clutched on Inside the dying wind Inside some kind of Love Then you have helped still this storm, And for that I thank you, now. (David Finn, 2004) [comments] => 1 [counter] => 190 [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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