加载中…How Easily Things Get Broken
(2010-09-29 02:16:11)
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Look... Isn't that - odd...
Red wine -- isn't red - at all...
It's sort of - brown ... brown and blue...
I never noticed that.
What are you staring at?
Haven't you ever seen an accident before?
Look... Isn't that - odd...
Glass shines - brighter -
When it's - broken...
I never noticed that.
How easily things get broken.
How easily things get broken.
Glass - and brown wine -
Thick - like blood...
Rich - like honey and blood...
Hey - don't you find hat funny?
I mean, it's supposed to be blood...
I mean, it is blood... his...
It was...
How easily things get broken
What are you staring at?
Haven't you ever seen an accident before?
Come on, come on, admit it.
Confess it was fun -
Wasn't it?
You know it was exciting
To see what I've done.
Come on, you know you loved it.
You're dying for more.
Wasn;t it smashing
To see it all come crashing
Right down to the floor!
Right!
You were right, little brothers,
You were right all along.
Little brothers and sisters,
It was I who was wrong -
So earnest, so solemn,
As stiff as a column,
Shatter and splatter
Pitcher and platter
What do we care?
We won;t be there!
What does it matter?
Our Father, who art in Heaven,
Haven't you ever seen an accident before?
Listen...Isn't that -odd..
We can - be - so still...
so still and - numb...
How easily things get quiet.
Quiet - like a coming storm...
Air gets - sickly thick and warm...
If I - don't touch the ground,
I might - not make a sound...
One, two, three...
Soundlessly..
Step...
Shh...
Softly - as cats can crawl...
Almost - not there at all
Carefully...
Quietly....
Shh...
Why are you waiting?
Just go on without me
Stop waiting
What is there about me
That you've been respecting
And what have you all been
Expecting to see?
Take a look, there is nothing
But me under this,
There is nothing you'll miss!
Put it on, and you'll see
Any one of you can be
Any one of me!
What?
Are you still waiting?
Still waiting for me,
Me alone,
To sing you into heaven?
Well, you're on your own.
Come on, say it,
What has happened to
All of your vocal powers?
Sing it, pray it.
Where's that mumbo and jumbo
I've heard for hours?
Praying and pouting,
Braying and shouting litanies,
Chanting epistles,
Bouncing your missals
On your knees...
Go on whining,
Pining, moaning, intoning,
Groaning obscenities!
Why have you stopped praying?
Stopped your Kyrieing?
Where is your crying and complaining?
Where is your lying and profaning?
Where is your agony?
Where is your parody
Of God - said -
Let there be and there was
I'm in a hurry -
And come again.
When?
You said you'd come..
Come love, come lust,
It;s so easy ifyou just
Don't care-
Lord, don't you care...
.... if it all ends today....
Oh, I suddenly feel every step I've ever taken,
And my legs are lead
And I suddenly see every hand I've ever shaken,
And my arms are dead
I feel every psalm that I've ever sung
Turn to wormwood on my tongue,
And I wonder,
Oh, I wonder,
Was I ever really young?
It's odd how all my body trembles.
Like all this mass
Of glass on the floor,
How fine it would be to rest my head,
And lay me down,
Down in the wine,
Which never was really red.
But sort of - brown...
And let not - another word -
Be spoken...
...Oh...
....How easily things get broken.
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