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[title] => Steve McQueen
[time] => 2004-07-17 08:30:14
[hometext] => This is just one I got as I was walking around the markets today. Enjoy folks+++++++++
[bodytext] => Steve McQueen Saturday morning The rain is falling softly over Sydney It's not like me to name-check Because we are all citizens beneath the same sky But I go to the markets by myself now & you think more about Life when you are alone You think about Why did she leave You think about What you might have done If you had the chance again Probably just break up In a different way In a different take But saying the same things because our hearts are trapped in a circle And it's been years since I found my way out of the mess I used to have emotions, now I just have blindness You think about all those crushes that you had And they went nowhere They went the way of teenagers As we run beneath the sheets As we avoid looking in each others eyes You think about words like Love The way we throw it around & yeah, the way we kick around trust Was it her? Was it me? Was it just bad timing? Late at night I swear there is no-one else out there Who grooves to black-and-white movies Who understands this delicate shade of blue and purple That has now taken over my heart I watch a lot of Fashion TV I drink a lot of tea I'm locked up again Inside the private universe I threw away the key I dream about pets that are under the grass now Love can be such a pure thing But it can get so covered in dirt and lies When people come and see me They press their hearts against glass They say just hold on They say just hold on Hold on, to tomorrow And let go of the past Sunday morning Sun gently beams down on Sydney I go to the Park I got to the Park a lot now & if she reads this She'll know what that means & if she doesn't read this I've still had my say I have friends who do drugs Just like I've had friends who rode the wire until the burning came But I can't tell anyone About the fire and the funeral It's private & I'm sickened by the voyeurism of the survivors Some people claim I lost my way But I've been lost before and you just don't know peace You don't ever just relax These days, I can't decide if I prefer never going to sleep Or just never waking up Every new girl is a new chapter, I'm tough, I'm a city kid, but I'm cursed with a sensitive heart Was it her? Was it me? Was it just bad timing? Was Steve McQueen gay? Thats in some book somewhere Y'know, it makes me feel better if he was Just to know someone else kept secrets Just to know someone else kept secrets. (David Finn, 2004) [comments] => 3 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 43 [informant] => redlantern2051 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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