Over the rainbow, into the
sky, far past the pot of gold and back to you and I.
Here we are again, same
feeling just a different sin.
Is it worth it to you? What did you win today?
(I got laid naked in the
baker’s palm, I was doing all I could to stay calm, but there were songs and
psalms and palms, I must have read one of them wrong—you think anybody’s on our
side? What about the child that was pacified, you think it wants to fight?
Because we got to try to keep it alive.)
Stalked by a man in me, I
think he sees what I’m trying to be. I feel a little used, but I got my kicks
today.
Why do you do it, boy? You
judge once it’s been destroyed. Well, you can make all that noise, but they’re
looking for a happy voice. Then the child said, to the TV in his head, why’s
there always something wrong every single time I turn you on. Boy, what’d you go
and do? Told yourself you couldn’t choose. So stop blaming the gods for what
you cut to pieces in you. I mean, laying blame it’s all the same. It’s a lot
more than what you think, but is it worth it to you? And, what did you win
today?
I mean, my point forever
endlessly. I control this phasing fantasy, right now inside me, let me be what
I be.
You’re still fighting.
You’re still grinding your
teeth.
You’re still not moving
fast enough forward,
But you’re still after me.
You’re still talking and
talking,
But you’re still in over
your head
Cause you still talk and
talk by the gallon
But you still don’t want
to burn that padded bed.
And you still open wide
for salt
When it’s pouring down
your wounds
And you still bow to
gravity
And you’re still taking it
literally
And you’re still laying
down the law
But you still don’t know
the truth
And you’re still not sure
what’s happening here
Cause you’re still not
going to try
And you’re still addicted
to way back when
Instead of coming back to
life
And I know you don’t want
to hear it
Cause you still can’t
stand to see
And I know you still won’t
drop your guard
Cause I just might knock
you free
Yeah, but my point forever
endlessly
Is you still don’t know
you’re amazing,
You still don’t know you’re
amazing,
You still don’t know you’re
amazing
For the things you see.
And I remember seeing them
break and run off by themselves. And I remember they were full force and song, throwing their bodies around like (wasps?). And I remember, clearly, they wanted out. And I remember, when the train came, they all hopped it; though they never (claimed?) to ride that way, but it was midnight and it was going to Georgia and it was free.
... it was free.
...
...
My Point Forever Endlessly (Remake), written by the master Buddy Wakefield
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