Sunday, October 23, 2005

Words are not my friend


Words, words are not my friend
Words, words only take
They never live

So whisper if you say them
Or maybe don't speak them at all
'Cause they'll watch as you stumble
Then laugh when you fall

Words, words, words expose you
As a fool
Words, words have been the means
For every voice I've ever heard be cruel

--Dwight Yoakam
at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

A bang, not a whimper

  Two months into L.'s retirement, and I'm finished with the stockpiling of books. No more book purchases! Or at least, no purcha...

  • Musee des Beaux Arts Revisited
    (See also Musee des Beaux Arts ) As far as mental anguish goes, the old painters were no fools. They understood how the mind, the freakiest ...
  • (no title)
    Lou wondered where his information would go when he died. Would filaments of learning plant patterns on earth? Would his brain train the sin...
  • (no title)