Oh God, I'm sorry. I have run you down. Take me to the river, make me clean with sound.
And oh King of Heaven, I am but a crater. Break my legs and show me the way back home again.
Oh Lord of mercy, for I have heard it. I am prone to wander, so break my legs again.
And oh Jesus Christ, I am but a sinner. Take me to the water and change my name again.
"Know you are forgiven." I am forgiven.
So what have we come to? A thousand tounges to slay.
But I have seen the money to pay my debts clean.
And I hope you're worth it, for I have trusted many. So take my face, destroy it and change my name again.
"Go, you are forgiven." I am forgiven.
Come back to me. Come home to me.
Feb 8, 2010
The River: Reprise.
Posted by Bill Winn. at 3:50 PM 1 comments
Jan 19, 2010
One thing leads to another.
Just something I wrote in chemistry after bombing another test...
She's such a sucker from her head to her toes.
She's such a sucker for a sweet talker.
Sweet talk isn't so sweet anymore.
"This just isn't working out anymore."
So he's gonna find a way to make this work.
And she's gonna find a way to make him hurt.
Johnny Cash had a ring of fire.
But all he has are rings around his eyes.
Those tired eyes have seen enough.
"But when do you know when it's ENOUGH?"
Don't you know who I think I am?
All I think is in my tree.
John was a hero.
Best friends 'til the end.
You take what you make.
And it can't go with you.
Posted by Bill Winn. at 3:08 PM 1 comments
Jan 15, 2010
IKNOWAKIDWHOWEARSTHREEWATCHES: The Trilogy.
IKNOWAKIDWHOWEARS3WATCHES: Part 1.
Words are flying out like rain into this paper cup.
I’ve been seeing your eyes, they’re beginning to resent me.
I’m under the assumption that I’m gonna be the one leaving you tonight.
“No joke.”
The Atlantic was born today and I’ll tell you how.
Do you hear the whistle wail? I think the end is coming soon.
Take it to the floor with your head in the sky.
I can hold, hold out for now.
On the corner of Main Street…
Stand here with a mountain for a background.
I’ll take with me every single luxury when I go.
In the backseats on burnt out cars…
Like a cold day in August, I was not prepared for this.
Just allow me one more chance.
I can’t regret it… (Can’t you just forget it?)
“Pack up.”
IWANTTODECLAREAWAR: Part 2.
I read the news today, oh boy.
I better rest my eyes.
Sad, small, so sweet, so delicate…
I’m not alone.
And, in the dark, it comes to me:
Everybody sees me but it’s not that easy.
I heard all your reasons.
There’s no place for was.
All the clever things I could say to you.
I am still living with your ghost.
And the last thing that I want is for this feeling to end.
Out on the wall, sounds of banging…
When I say “promises”, I mean promises.
My heart is on my sleeve and I wear it like a black eye.
…like lions do.
Sell me, I’m a skeptic.
Like that smoke, you won for giving up on me.
Don’t call it a comeback.
ISAWAMOVIELASTNIGHT: Part 3.
In this house, there’s no order.
I’ve really got to hand it to you…
It looks like you’ve got a little situation.
You could never stop the rain.
But you talked about it.
Hold loosely because it’s a long road.
And neither of us knows where it goes or where it ends.
FALL SHORT! CONFORM!
Keep your head up.
“The whole truth and nothing but the truth.”
And that’s how I’m going to make it seem.
Find your Father and find your meaning.
I'm a loose bolt away from becoming a complete machine.
Why don't you scream my name for the first time?
"No one will ever feel like this again."
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