10.13.10

"Virginia" 
[lyrics by Chris Merritt]


"Talking to the old man
says i done screwed up big
tell me what i don't know
tell me how to fix it...
 

...My mouth is hungry
my chest is empty
i miss Virginia
but do i really?
i remember darkness coming into me there
trouble breathing even in the fresh air.

Talking to my good friend

don't know how he puts up with
listening to my milksop
and still he stays my good friend.

And i lay down, i'm avoiding looking over at the clock

is it 3:00 or 3:15? Does it make a difference?

Cause i've been there just about twenty-five times and i

seem to recall that there ain't much difference.

my mouth is hungry

my chest is empty
i miss Virginia
but do i really?
i remember darkness coming into me there
trouble breathing even in the fresh air

there ain't nobody there

and there ain't nobody here
there ain't nobody there
and there ain't nobody here. ...

...Well i look down, and i got no money for a few days

i tried to work alot, but it made no difference
well i been here just about twenty-five years
and i seem to recall that there ain't much difference

my mouth is hungry
my chest is empty
i miss Virginia
but do i really?
i remember darkness coming into me there
trouble breathing even in the fresh air
California ain't no different
California, when you gonna feel like home?"



Change a few names around in this song and you have my thoughts right now. When I find a song that expresses what I'm feeling, that says something that seems to have been stolen right out of my head, it gives validity to my life. Not that my life isn't valid, but songs seem to make it more so. 

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