Are You Listening???!!!!!
Yes. You probably are, and that’s probably a large part of the problem.
It’s late and I’m sitting here writing a song; not for me, but close enough.
It will be for me soon enough, I have no doubt.
For now I will post a few of the fragments that came by sitting, plugging in a couple of mics and a guitar, and praying for a friend:
Can you hear me?
You said you’d fill my cup,
but I’m so thristy
One drop would be enough
. . .Am I breaking up . . .
What do you want from me?
What do you need me to say?
I’ve been on my knees for what seems
Like forty, or maybe forty-one days. . .
(The bridge is the only thing solidified:)
Don’t dare to tell me how Daniel waited
or all the shit you put Job through;
This is the here and now, I’m not a Hebrew
and oh my God, I swear, this is between me and You!
Can you hear me?
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More from Mark Jarman’s Unholy Sonnets
Someone is always praying as the plane
Breaks up, and smoke and cold and darkness blow
Into the cabin. Praying as it happens,
Praying before it happens that it won’t.
Someone was praying that it never happen
Before the first window on Kristallnacht
Broke like a wine glass wrapped in bridal linen.
Before it was imagined, someone was praying
That it be unimaginable. And then,
The bolts flew off and people fell like bombs
Out of their names, out of the living sky.
Surely, someone was praying. And the prayer
Struck the blank face of the earth, the ocean’s face,
The rockhard, rippled face of facelessness.
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everything is lyrics to a song.
“Don’t dare to tell me how Jonah hated
or all the things with a fleece
Your boy Gideon could do;
that sort of black and white,
just seems to be faded
to shades of grey,
when I’m the one talking to you. . . “
How about words about how everything has its season and the timing just isn’t right yet? That one is my personal favorite.
Sorry friend.
Sending love.
I’ll field that one for the friend:
“Yeah.” Translation: “Fuck that shit.”
I’m sure the friend will let me know if I got that one wrong.
lol. quite.
Can I come home now?
I meant that your song should include that one.
Dude, you need to make your house where your “home” is … or else make your home where your house is. Sucks to be so fragmented.
My “home” has not changed in 28 years.