February 23, 2014
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Drifting Away
some people wake up wise
some don't wake up at all
some poke out their eyes
tired of all the things they saw
and I'm checking out soon
fill up the hot air balloon
I'm drifting away
I'm drifting awaysome people starving for news
looking for reasons to sing the blues
and the friends they pick and choose
hit the alarm for one last snooze
tell me what's left to lose
after things are said and done
show me a place to hang my guns
gonna have me a little funyou can take me to task
for the questions I didn't ask
I'm even willing to take the blame
for how the team threw the game
I'm used to being on the losing side
and I'm ready for one last slide
there isn't much now left to say
please don't look at me that waysome people wake up blind
they forever closed their hearts and minds
in the darkness they trip and stumble
over things they searched their whole lives for
they can't even find the door
they thought they were on the winning team
but you and I know nothing is ever as it seemsand I'm drifting away
I'm drifting away
Comments (4)
I like how this is written.
It's somewhat meloncholy, but stangely subdued and accepting at the same time; or so it seemed to me.
Great images of love and angst in this poem. Longing and desire. Well written. Wish there was a rec button.
I hear a melody with this! It reads like song lyrics... yes definitely a song!
thank you, everyone for the comments.
I wrote this after listening to some Warren Zevon songs, particularly Desperados under the Eaves. but no, it wasn't a reply to his song, or the other Zevon songs I listened to that night. I will put him down as an inspiration, but I am not sure how far it goes.
as I hear this in my head, I am hearing piano as the only instrument, and wraps around some Springsteen-Adam Duritz (Counting Crows)-Warren Zevon groove going like you find on their slower songs. too much going on musically that I hear it plagiarizing them. sometimes I wish I played an instrument.
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