Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Song for the week

Loneliness

Loneliness...
It's a place that I know well.
It's the distance between us
and the space inside ourselves.
And emptiness...
Is the chattering in your head.
It's the call of the living
and the race from life to death.
And I know-
yeah, I know-
what you feel...
And I've got a longing
that's hard to find-
won't give me no peace of mind.
Something that I've lived with all along.
Days and weeks and months and years,
fillin' in the time, my dear-
tryin' to find the place where I belong.
Hopelessness...
Is the darkness of your heart.
It's the sound of one hand clapping
while it's pulling you apart.
And I know-
yeah, I know-
what you feel...
And I've got a longing
that's hard to find-
won't give me no peace of mind.
Something that I've lived with all along.
Days and weeks and months and years,
fillin' in the time, my dear-
tryin' to find the place where I belong.
And I've got a hunger
that's hard to fill-
drivin' me on overkill.
Tellin' me that everything's gone wrong.
Got me a need
that I can't break-
more than I can hardly take.
Somehow I keep on going strong.
When I call your name,
I'm gonna scream out loud.
I'll say...
"Here I am standing in the crowd.
You'll say, 'Come to me,
with your open mind.
You never know
what you still might find.'"
But you keep me here
like a cancelled flight-
an empty train
runnin' through the night.
An ophan child,
a broken shoe,
and I'm still down here
lookin' out for you.
Are you there for me?
'Cause I'm here for you.

-Annie Lennox

4 comments:

Loonie said...

This one's so beautiful!:-)
So touchy-touchy..memories back to back!lovely one!

Ashmi said...

wonderful poem...thanks for posting it on your blog :-)...

Wriju said...

My favourite Annie Lennox number is "No More I Love You's" There is something so creepy about it, yet so endearing ...

I used to be lunatic from
the gracious days
I used to be woebegone and so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed for you to see
Oh but now...
(I don't find myself bouncing round whistling
and fortunes to make me cry)
No more "I love you's"
The language is leaving me
No more "I love you's"
Changes are shifting outside the word
(The lover speaks about the monsters)
I used to have demons in my room at night
Desire,despair,desire,so many monsters
Oh but now...
(I don't find myself bouncing round whistling
and fortunes to make me cry)

Laura:) said...

Very beautiful. i am a fan of poetry