2004-02-25 : 1:21 p.m.
The Lord bleses me
with oboe concertoes
filled with bittersweet memories
like the bower of a summer dappled tree
where new constellations He sews
~written after the 5th time in one week the radio has played at oboe concerto while I've felt sad/anxious/lonely/depressed
The oboe plays the essence of hope. A sound filled with sadness and longing, of memories long forgotten by man. But the searching does not fall into despair, it is a song that looks ever towards the future. The oboe does not ask others to forget its past, instead it invites others to continue on, move forward the song to its culmination. A soloist and a background player, he carries those around him.
I finish with two songs I'm working on currently. I'l post the finished products eventually:
[Oriental/Indie singing transition into hard rock]
Wrap caution tape around your feet
so you can fit into dainty shoes
High toxic sign covers your face
from all the makeup that you use
High maitenance (high maitenance) 4X or so
Wear a corset, break your ribs
to fill a moment of perfection
Only eat if you throw up
but never love your reflection
High maitenance (high maitenance) 4X or so
Never perfect, never good
never beautiful, never should
go out again
Never right, always wrong
always weak, never strong
[growled] Maintain yourself
High maitenance (high maitenance) 4X or so
Rabbit Black Hole
Above the steeple clock
the Cheshire cat smirks
and follows and mocks
the pain in my heart that lurks
I cannot dispell
the orange, demon grin
He laughs, "Love for sale,
this way for a heart to win!
"We don't care what you do
for 'we are all quite mad'
So let us take you
where nothing is ever 'bad."
The demon cat beckons
to a rabbit black hole
Inside there's abounding passion
as they slice apart your soul
"Meet our Scarlet Queen
who sews men's hearts on her dress
lending it a clotting sheen
Praise our Babylon Mistress
"On the highchair throne
reigns our mannequin king
Tweedle-dum's all alone
And women aren't Dee's thing"
The cat smiles down at me
Waiting as I decide
Though I desire love for free
In a devil's nest I cannot hide
His grin began to crack
His tail around me curled
But I closed my eyes and turned my back
Away from the upsidedown Wonder-world
Above the clock tower
the Cheshire cat descends
his blackened eyes glower
as the pain in my heart mends
All material (c) by Julie A. Snyder