My City Of Ruins

There's a blood red circle
on the cold dark ground
and the rain is falling down
The church doors blown open
I can hear the organ's song
But the congregation's gone

My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Now the sweet veils of mercy
drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner
like scattered leaves
The bordered up windows
The hustlers and thieves
While my brother's down on his knees

My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Come on rise up!
Come on rise up!

Now there's tears on the pillow
darling where we slept
and you took my heart when you left
without your sweet kiss
my soul is lost, my friend
Now tell me how do I begin again?

My city's in ruins
My city's in ruins

--bruce

There's something cold in this town tonight
and I don't know what i've got to do to make it all alright.
I just know that inside I'm feeling like I've lost more than I can spend.

And the people don't seem to recognize their children
they give girl's their sweet monkey dolls and promise swift return
as they send their little men off to lose their innocence

And it all starts when you're young and you're doing your best
and your heart and your body is put to the test
no body ever seems to tell you the truth

I want my father to see me and love me for who I am
I want to be the little girl and I want to find my man
and I don't want to play by anyone's rules

i didnt actually write any prose yesterday when I made this blog. But today I'm gonna. I'm gonna try at least. I took part of bruce's song out.. the whole part about praying. Something about it took away from the message. Sometimes god sorta overshadows everything else. Upstages the rest of the players, and that kinda 'ruins' things.

i just went from a sad song to a happier, well more accepting one. Though if the tone of this changes, I'd be impressed. I'm missing class now, no italian today. Honestly I don't think Im in the right mindset... and today I refuse to force it.

My friend adam told me I have to watch Going Upriver before the election. He's volunteering for MoveOn.org and did the whole uncle sam "I Want You" to vote intelligently thing yesterday. He's nice. He gave me a link to hear him singing with his acappella group, and he was amazing. Though it got acappella music stuck in my head all night, and that can grow tiresome.

primary colors are not red, blue and green.

pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting through my open mind
possessing and caressing me.

my heart is beating fast.
too much sugar, too little food.

i wish i knew how to work direct connect.

things have been weird with my dad lately. he sends me all the political links ive come to expect, but doesnt really send me any notes in the emails. I called him, but he didnt check his messages, which i found out when i imed him. then he couldnt play the link that i sent him. so its just really sucky. i know its probably his new job, and im probably just being too sensitive.

work blows.

my stomach hurts now too.
im going to get horizontal.