Monday, February 28, 2011

'ACCIDENTAL BABIES'

Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place

And we ignored our others, happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face

Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done

Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place

And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace

Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum

Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?

What about me?
What about me?

-Damien Rice

Sunday, February 27, 2011

When did you last 'SEE'



Why do things that don’t make you happy,

Why smile because you have to and not because you want to?

Why not do things only because you like them to,

Can’t some things be done not asking for money?

When was the last time you saw your nerves,

When was the last time you got hurt and forgot about it?

When was the last time you saw blood and thought you were alive,

When did you last “see”?

When did you observe your blink and not realize you were in darkness for a split of a second.

When did you forget that you are into the New Year and still you felt as if the previous year would never end.

When was the last time you felt you were an inch above than what you were.

And still feel small?

When did you sit for a minute and wondered what you were doing there?

And when did you actually wonder why you even did something.

When was the last time you tried to break a word and spell it right,

When did you see your teeth all white?

When did you think you were big enough,

When did you last wish you were still small?

Why do things that don’t make you happy,

Why not do things only because you like them to,

When was the last time you saw your nerves,

When did you last “See”?