03-11-2013, 01:52 AM
Because your voice was at my side
I gave him pain,
Because within my hand I held
Your hand again.
There is no word nor any sign
Can make amend —
He is a stranger to me now
Who was my friend.
Variation N° I:
Hannah on the phone
she told me her lover gf had
reappeared just out of nowhere
and me knowing her WashPosh talk
too well, knew what she meant.
Yes, I can playback that Jazz to you:
Lover mine and lover gone;
so you better face the facts that
best remain unspoken;
Because within her hands
she now holds mine again,
by no ways can I make
amend the pain you suffer through.
and you who loved me once
can not be my lover anymore.
Yes we cried rivers to cross oceans
and yes I know you felt for me
what I at some time must have
felt for you too, but
oh baby, face the fact that by now
her hands hold mine and my love is in her heart.
Face it baby: we now have to depart.
(That was in August, a hot one if you recall in DC. pre-sept. 11 -01)
I didn't know, (she was working at the Pentagon (so at least she said). I the fuck thought, she might have died, ok? And it takes her
two
fucking
days
to come back to me to assure me of the obvious opposite fact.
So yeah:
Of course, now that I hate you.
I am pleased to know you are not dead.
And that is variation n°2 on a theme by Joyce.
Cry me a river, cry me one. I'll cry a Potómac over you!
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J J: here http://www2.hn.psu.edu/faculty/jmanis/jo...-Music.pdf
D. K: here http://youtu.be/S4hPii_RVHE
me above
I gave him pain,
Because within my hand I held
Your hand again.
There is no word nor any sign
Can make amend —
He is a stranger to me now
Who was my friend.
Variation N° I:
Hannah on the phone
she told me her lover gf had
reappeared just out of nowhere
and me knowing her WashPosh talk
too well, knew what she meant.
Yes, I can playback that Jazz to you:
Lover mine and lover gone;
so you better face the facts that
best remain unspoken;
Because within her hands
she now holds mine again,
by no ways can I make
amend the pain you suffer through.
and you who loved me once
can not be my lover anymore.
Yes we cried rivers to cross oceans
and yes I know you felt for me
what I at some time must have
felt for you too, but
oh baby, face the fact that by now
her hands hold mine and my love is in her heart.
Face it baby: we now have to depart.
(That was in August, a hot one if you recall in DC. pre-sept. 11 -01)
I didn't know, (she was working at the Pentagon (so at least she said). I the fuck thought, she might have died, ok? And it takes her
two
fucking
days
to come back to me to assure me of the obvious opposite fact.
So yeah:
Of course, now that I hate you.
I am pleased to know you are not dead.
And that is variation n°2 on a theme by Joyce.
Cry me a river, cry me one. I'll cry a Potómac over you!
-------------------
J J: here http://www2.hn.psu.edu/faculty/jmanis/jo...-Music.pdf
D. K: here http://youtu.be/S4hPii_RVHE
me above
