Posted by Phil on May 4, 2002, at 15:02:50
In reply to Re: A song for Stacey Anne Rainey~~~~sar, posted by Phil on May 4, 2002, at 14:16:01
Natalie Merchant
Song about River Phoenix. I changed some lyrics, somehow think Natalie Merchant could understand. I think this says it all.
Stacey Anne Rainey
197_-2002
Rest in Peace
We will not forget
Psycho-Babble
and Dr. BobYoung and strong Austin one
in the early morning light
this star fell down
on Burnet Boulevardyoung and strong beautiful one
we embraced so close
is gone
was torn awaylet the people of Babble mourn
include her in their prayers
let her image linger on
repeat it everywherewith candles, with flowers
she was one of ours
one of ourswhy don't you let her be?
she's gone
we know
give her mother and his father peace
your vulture's candor
your casual slander
you murder her memory
she's gone
we know
it's nothing but a tragedylay to rest your soul and body
lay beside your name
lay to rest your rage
your hunger and amazing gracewith candles, with flowers
you were one of ours
one of oursI saw others expose your life
I heard rumors explode with lies
I saw people in tears
cry and crowd around the sight
of where you had collapsed that day
where your last breath and word
had been sighed
where your heart gave in
where you had diedI saw how they were lost in grieving
all half believing you were gone
the loss and pain of it
crime and shame of it
you were gone
it was such a nightmare raving,
"how could we save her
from herself?"
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Natalie Merchant understands the beast very well.I May Know The Word
I may know the word
but not say it
I may know the truth
but not face it
I may hear a sound
a whisper sacred and profound
but turn my head
indifferentI may know the word
but not say it
I may love the fruit
but not taste it
I may know the way
to comfort and to soothe
a worried face
but fold my hands
indifferentIf I'm on my knees
I'm begging now
if I'm on my knees
groping in the dark
I'd be paying for deliverance
from the night into daybut it's all grey here
it's all grey to meI may know the word
but not say it
this may be the time
but I might waste it
this may be the hour
something move me
someone prove me wrong
before the night comes
with indifferenceif I'm on my knees
I'm begging now
if I'm on my knees
groping in the dark
I'd be praying for deliverance
from the night into the daybut it's all grey here
but it's all grey to meI recognize the walls inside me
I recognize them all
I've paced between them
chasing demons down
until they fall
in fitful sleep
enough to keep their strength
enough to crawl
into my head
with tangled threads
they riddle me to solveagain and again and again
poster:Phil
thread:23064
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/social/20020430/msgs/23101.html