Sitting here listening to Adia and I'm back in that summer with you, when we were kids and everything was less complicated.We met and it was like we had found ourselves. You were the beauty I wished I had. Maybe I was the mundane and the stable that you wished you had. You were always on fire inside. Always a storm growing, even while those blue eyes smiled.
I remember days never apart, talking with eyes. You moved beautifully like one of those songs you used to play, swaying hips while I stood shyly in the corner. Outside trees swayed along with you. Wind danced. We were kids then, we still are. Young and lost, and still carrying that sadness. It isn't so hidden anymore.
Now we've seen more, felt more, we ache for more than we've allowed ourselves, but those little girls aren't all gone are they? I thought I saw you skip on the street as we walked last week. The wind still stirred in the trees. I spied you smiling despite yourself.
Adia I do believe I failed you
Adia I know I let you down
Don’t you know I tried so hard
To love you in my way
It’s easy let it go...
Adia I’m empty since you left me
Trying to find a way to carry on
I search myself and everyone
To see where we went wrong
’cause there’s no one left to finger
There’s no one here to blame
There’s no one left to talk to, honey
And there ain’t no one to buy our innocence
’cause we are born innocent
Believe me adia, we are still innocent
It’s easy, we all falter
Does it matter?
Adia I thought that we could make it
But I know I can’t change the way you feel
I leave you with your misery
A friend who won’t betray
I pull you from your tower
I take away your pain
And show you all the beauty you possess
If you’d only let yourself believe that
We are born innocent
Believe me adia, we are still innocent
It’s easy, we all falter, does it matter?
Believe me adia, we are still innocent
’cause we are born innocent
Adia we are still innocent
It’s easy, we all falter ... but does it matter?
About Me
- FIERI
- Mad Girl's Love Song -Sylvia Plath I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
2 comments:
Sarah McLachlin's voice lends something to the song that may have been lacking...perhaps because I'm nearly certain that she's the songwriter, not just the performer. I've always leaned towards music performed by the writer because they seem to have more of a vested interest in remaining true to the song, not just inflating its commercial value with just the right hook.
Your parallel with your friend...isn't it wonderful that we have art that can aid us in that journey backwards to revisit things past, bring us to a point in our lives we were sure was behind us...only to find that it still exists. We merely needed a nudge, the proper transport to make the journey.
Keep writing. Please. You're good at it.
I didn't know she wrote her own songs. I heard her on the radio and remembered I used to love her when I was thirteen and then came the trip to the past.She is amazing, though. And you can feel she is feeling the song. I noticed in that song, the way it was written...how the tone seemed very natural almost like flowing speech...that may not make sense.
I don't know what I'd do without music.
Thanks!
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