I wish I knew which button to push
Then I'd know how to please you
It's sad but true
So I'll just listen in down the line
While you're busy mixing grape with grain
To sedate your pain
Songbird, you got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your living hell
The sweeping gesture creates a fuss
It's only useful when receiving praise
Relieving no-ones pain
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
You's have everything you need to break
free from all your pain
Songbird, you got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your living hell
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
Songbird
Lyrics by Bernard Fanning
(Oh! Bernard! How you speak to Me!)
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- Miss Construed...
- Hi and welcome to my Blog. Three words that describe Me? Virgo. Thinker. Writer. I am a 47 year old separated mother of two who has an undiagnosed mental condition. According to my Ex. Or hubby. As he is dis-affectionately known throughout this Blog. My problem is that I think. I think there is something very wrong with me. Then again I might just be paranoid and deluded after smoking too much pot today.I have written two memoirs; both of which are unpublished to date. I have a BA in Philosophy but am also an employable Philosopher/Cleaner for the time being; at least until my blog starts making me a living. If you aren't afraid of the C word( or for that matter the F and S word) then I hope you visit my blog often.
The Bottle...George Cruickshank (1792-1878)
"The Bottle is bought out for the first time. The Husband induces the Wife 'Just to take a Drop'."
"He is discharged from his employment for drunkeness: they pawn their clothes to supply the Bottle..."
"An execution sweeps off with the greater part of their furniture: they comfort themselves with the Bottle..."
"Unable to obtain employment, they are driven by poverty into the streets to beg: and by this means they still supply the Bottle..."
"Cold, misery, and want destroy their youngest child: they console themselves with the Bottle..."
"Fearful quarrels and brutal violence,are the natural consequences of frequent use of the Bottle..."
"The Husband, in a state of furious drunkeness, kills the Wife with the instrument of all their misery..."
"The Bottle has done it's work- it has destroyed the Infant and the Mother, it has bought the Son and Daughter to vice and to the streets- and has left the Father a hopeless maniac..."
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2 comments:
Beautiful words, I can see how you can feel the connection.
Am I being over-reactive in worrying about you? Hope all's okay, haven't heard from you in a while. xo
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