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jonatha brooke on my mind. even if she went all freaky on me. and not in a good way.
CRUMBS
I can tell, by the way you're pushing crumbs around the table
You're not listening to me
And you say, that you have come as far as you are able
But you're not far from the tree
And you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
and you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
In your dreams, all your passion is like liquid fire
You trail your fingers find the spark
And you see your face reflected in the silver spirals,
but then it burns down in the dark.
And you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
and you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
And all the things you ever tried to tell me,
somehow don't apply to you
You're the one evading hope, side-stepping every inkling
that the good guy, the early bird, the one who tries, the one who tries again
WINS
And you say you're ok, but you live your life like it's over
And you say, you're ok but you live your life like it's over....
This next song has sort of become tainted for me, because I shared it with someone for the first time, and then they went and shared it with someone else. Sometimes I claim too much ownership with songs, I know. And I try not to take it personally. But I'm still trying to reclaim it, since it sort of hurt to have someone use the song I gave them and sung to them and they gave it to someone else. I guess when I make mixtapes, I should really let all the songs go and not act like I own them and there's only one meaning. It's pretty ridiculous how much I get attached to things. But songs have lots of meaning to me. So I always wonder what that person meant when they put it on that mixtape for that other person.
Words are too powerful to let them be confused so easily. But I guess I do it all the time. Far be it from me to point the finger. I understand the hypocrisy of using others' words for my own, then getting upset when someone else claims these public words for themselves as well. That's the whole reason I'm writing about it, I believe. To shine light on it.
This all came about from the memory of a favorite college literature professor. He taught me about Nabokov, Brancusi, Hemingway, Holliday, Jackie Robinson, Orson Welles, and Mondrian, all at the same time. And I remember him saying this: "I hate words like 'special' and 'interesting'. What do they mean? Nothing! People are so uncreative. The next time someone says 'I love you', tell them 'say it in your own words!'" I laughed a lot at the time, along with everyone else. But now, I maybe get it.
Say it in your own words.
So anyway. here's the damn song.
BECAUSE I TOLD YOU SO
If I gave you the sky
if I laid down my life
would you believe me then?
If I promised to change
if I carried the blame
would you believe me then?
Could you see it like me
and believe what I see
could you listen, and remember that I love you
Only,
because I told you, because I told you so.
If you told me you lied
but I stayed true and tried
would you believe me then?
And if your beauty was gone
but my love lingered on
would you believe me then?
Could you see it like me
and believe what I see
could you listen and remember that I love you
Only,
because I told you, because I told you so.
You take the wheel for now
I'm too tired to drive this one home anyhow,
for now
And when you mention my name
let this one thing remain,
my love,
believe me now.
I can tell, by the way you're pushing crumbs around the table
You're not listening to me
And you say, that you have come as far as you are able
But you're not far from the tree
And you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
and you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
In your dreams, all your passion is like liquid fire
You trail your fingers find the spark
And you see your face reflected in the silver spirals,
but then it burns down in the dark.
And you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
and you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
And all the things you ever tried to tell me,
somehow don't apply to you
You're the one evading hope, side-stepping every inkling
that the good guy, the early bird, the one who tries, the one who tries again
WINS
And you say you're ok, but you live your life like it's over
And you say, you're ok but you live your life like it's over....
This next song has sort of become tainted for me, because I shared it with someone for the first time, and then they went and shared it with someone else. Sometimes I claim too much ownership with songs, I know. And I try not to take it personally. But I'm still trying to reclaim it, since it sort of hurt to have someone use the song I gave them and sung to them and they gave it to someone else. I guess when I make mixtapes, I should really let all the songs go and not act like I own them and there's only one meaning. It's pretty ridiculous how much I get attached to things. But songs have lots of meaning to me. So I always wonder what that person meant when they put it on that mixtape for that other person.
Words are too powerful to let them be confused so easily. But I guess I do it all the time. Far be it from me to point the finger. I understand the hypocrisy of using others' words for my own, then getting upset when someone else claims these public words for themselves as well. That's the whole reason I'm writing about it, I believe. To shine light on it.
This all came about from the memory of a favorite college literature professor. He taught me about Nabokov, Brancusi, Hemingway, Holliday, Jackie Robinson, Orson Welles, and Mondrian, all at the same time. And I remember him saying this: "I hate words like 'special' and 'interesting'. What do they mean? Nothing! People are so uncreative. The next time someone says 'I love you', tell them 'say it in your own words!'" I laughed a lot at the time, along with everyone else. But now, I maybe get it.
Say it in your own words.
So anyway. here's the damn song.
BECAUSE I TOLD YOU SO
If I gave you the sky
if I laid down my life
would you believe me then?
If I promised to change
if I carried the blame
would you believe me then?
Could you see it like me
and believe what I see
could you listen, and remember that I love you
Only,
because I told you, because I told you so.
If you told me you lied
but I stayed true and tried
would you believe me then?
And if your beauty was gone
but my love lingered on
would you believe me then?
Could you see it like me
and believe what I see
could you listen and remember that I love you
Only,
because I told you, because I told you so.
You take the wheel for now
I'm too tired to drive this one home anyhow,
for now
And when you mention my name
let this one thing remain,
my love,
believe me now.