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Hope there’s someone Standing like a statue Cold and silver eyed angel Waiting I will kiss his feet And rest my head on his shoulders The nights he is kind enough to hold me The floor of the middle ground Is the softest earth I know And I sink slowly as I walk Not even faith will keep my feet above it It is a vast expanse of lonely Damp air but otherwise waterless This is the place my prayers go I can hear them like landmarks Echoing my fears back to life Home is the distance of a sunset That never changes Always in my sight And always sets so far away I savor it And I hope there’s someone Who will hold me The nights I get so tired I risk the earth’s hungry swallow And give up There’s a man on the horizon Statue silver eyed angel And there’s you on every horizon I miss you I am afraid of this place Wasteland of mistakes And picturesque landmarks of nightmares You on every horizon I don’t want to go Wherever he is leading me it is not home You are home You are sea sick waterbed ********** Fire sizzle sweat steam Damp rag soaking up my deathbed Perfect balance to my off kilter dance steps You are home on the days I give up And sink into whatever broken bed I have made this time You are love in the long hours of insomnia Head in crook of neck Even though I know my collar bones aren't comfortable You are sweet smelling Rough around the edges But still so much softer than me And I hope there’s someone To hold me When I am tired When I die Because I am scared of that place I don’t want to go
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 7:15 PM UTC
Hope There's Someone
Hope there’s someone Standing like a statue Cold and silver eyed angel Waiting I will kiss his feet And rest my head on his shoulders The nights he is kind enough to hold me The floor of the middle ground Is the softest earth I know And I sink slowly as I walk Not even faith will keep my feet above it It is a vast expanse of lonely Damp air but otherwise waterless This is the place my prayers go I can hear them like landmarks Echoing my fears back to life Home is the distance of a sunset That never changes Always in my sight And always sets so far away I savor it And I hope there’s someone Who will hold me The nights I get so tired I risk the earth’s hungry swallow And give up There’s a man on the horizon Statue silver eyed angel And there’s you on every horizon I miss you I am afraid of this place Wasteland of mistakes And picturesque landmarks of nightmares You on every horizon I don’t want to go Wherever he is leading me it is not home You are home You are sea sick waterbed ********** Fire sizzle sweat steam Damp rag soaking up my deathbed Perfect balance to my off kilter dance steps You are home on the days I give up And sink into whatever broken bed I have made this time You are love in the long hours of insomnia Head in crook of neck Even though I know my collar bones aren't comfortable You are sweet smelling Rough around the edges But still so much softer than me And I hope there’s someone To hold me When I am tired When I die Because I am scared of that place I don’t want to go
Still procrastinating my research paper. This piece is inspired by Antony and the Johnsons' song Hope There's Someone http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loNU4fVpO8E Lyrics here http://www.metrolyrics.com/hope-theres-someone-lyrics-antony-and-the-johnsons.html
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 7:15 PM UTC
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