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Click Your Tongue

February 6, 2013
By DearBrutus GOLD, Banks, Oregon
DearBrutus GOLD, Banks, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Thomas Edison&#039;s last words were: &#039;It&#039;s very beautiful over there.&#039; I don&#039;t know where there is, but I believe it&#039;s somewhere, and I hope it&#039;s beautiful.&quot;<br /> -John Green, Looking For Alaska


Father, please forgive me
This cannot wait
I have sinned
I was dealt a losing hand at this game
I can't win

There's a place I know
Where they serve you a full silver plate
I can't get there yet
No, I'm too far in debt to fate
You can dwell on dreams
Tell me "nothing is what it seems"
But you're still gonna be too late

'Cause I'm gone,
Yeah, I'm going
Heaven knows what's next
Took my bow, curtain's closing
Send my apologies to all of the rest
Intertwined like angels
Yeah, you're as happy as can be
Click your tongue, call me selfish
But I can't handle it if that happiness isn't me

Fighting fire with nothing but a match
Watch it glow
Feed the flame with water and a makeshift patch
Let it snow

Hold your breath and fight
Don't go question if it's right
Feel it flow
Always calm before
The storm that there is in store
And so if I die tonight
Place me beside our blue firelight
If I live, then you should know

That I'm gone
Yeah, I'm going
Heaven knows what's next
Took my bow, curtain's closing
Sent my apologies to all of the rest
Intertwined like angels
Yeah, you're as happy as can be
Click your tongue, wag your finger
But I can't handle if if that happiness isn't me

Bleeding soles on the road to recovery
Why make the trip?
To watch the fortress fall right in front of me
The faucet drips

Slip my feet into dancing shoes
Watch the clock as it erases the past
I read the headlines, ignore the news
Because there's bliss in knowing nothing can last

Wave goodbye to the train as it rumbles down the tracks
Take a good long look in the mirror to find the cracks

What's been done is done
Say goodbye, the battle's won
Etched in stone
Piece by piece we learn
To accept the alms we earn
Going home

Petals fall in time
Gardens wilt, songs lose their rhyme
like Augustus, I've had my Rome

Now I'm gone
Feel the tremble
In my earth and palms
Congregate, resemble
Watch the wise men as they whisper their psalms
Father I, I'm sorry
But I have to go
I'll blow out the candle
If you can tell me what it is you've done so that you know what you know



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