Friday, August 13, 2010

Men Without Chests

I'm an automation
A well oiled machine
Made of levers and symmetry
Gears grind - when my - heart beats

You're a paper dancer
With a crystal heart
And you're balanced so perfectly
It's tearing - me - apart

Can you teach me to feel?
'Cause I'll die if I'm not real!

I'm a frigid intruder
In your warm little world
And it feels so difficult
Explaining what I don't know.

When you catch me staring
There's a fire in your eyes
It's far, far deeper
Then the shallow glow in mine.

Will you teach me to feel?
'Cause I'll die if I'm not real!

I'm a man with no chest,
And I'm so out of breath,
I don't know what this beating is for!
Can you teach me to dance?
Can you show me the steps?
Can you lead me around on the floor?

I'm a man with no a chest,
Don't give up on me yet
I never felt this way before!
Can you teach me to dance?
Can you give me a chance?
Can you lead me around on the floor?

Just, in general, as an observation, I find it a lot harder to speak honestly when I limit myself to song lyrics. That is... not that any of the songs I write - and write as a song - are dishonest, but they're less perfect at expressing my thoughts and feelings. This one, for example, is more of an expression of an idea than an expression of myself.

2 comments:

  1. This is really good. I liked it. So you say they're song lyrics- so you have a melody to go with them? Any chance you could make a vid so we can hear it?

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  2. While your songs, though still good, are generally not as excellent as your poems, I would definitely classify this in the excellent category. ftr.

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