Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2006 - 12:51 p.m.

maybe you thought I was gone
So you've forced me to move on
To forget all the lies you spoke of our world
To live out my time and accept I was wrong

because I couldn't blame this all on one little girl

Maybe we were born centuries apart
On this rolling globe in the dark
the closer I get to my own tattered heart
The sooner I see that I'm back at the start

I took some time to better myself
You took a chance on somebody else
Now I'm throwing myself down the stairs
back to the life of regret and intermittent scares

that haunt the fragments of my fragile mind

Maybe we were born too many miles apart
On this dusty rock in the dark
the closer I get to my own shattered heart
The sooner I see that I'm back at the start

You can go back to never knowing me
I can go back to never existing
You can be whoever you desire to be
and you'll never see me resisting

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I don't want to catch a magic bullet today
for saying the things I need to say
But I don't want to talk about JFK
I don't want to end up like RFK

I don't want to burn and fall in an hour
for asking questions to the people in power
but I don't want to ask about the trade towers
I don't want to know about the -three- towers

I don't want a presidential replacement
For talking about bombs in the basement
For trading our people's fresh air for cement
Wasting all our breath on impeachment

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Go back to sleep
Everything's fine
Go back to sleep
Nobody's dying
Early to bed
Early to rise
A lullaby for you
To make that scream
a sigh
To turn those tears
to sand
Close your eyes
Dream to escape the
nightmare
Drown out the city's
dusty riots and roar
You can't hear it
over your own snores
Who needs eight hours
you've got your whole life
Go back to sleep
You are free
Go back to sleep
Dream a little lifetime
for me

What happened to me?

I wish it all was true
the things they say about you
I wish you really hated me
I wish they weren't treating Islam
The way they handled 'Nam
The way they'll handle World War Three
they've got a bomb now, they gave it a name
Don't even bother hiding when you hear the planes
When it's over they'll see that nothing remains

We can't just write off the final scene
As some hallucination dream
We can't believe the lies on our Tvs

Laughing too loud at the rest of the crowd
Just might get your punk ass shot
Acting too shy in the terminal line
Will cost you everything you've got
Showing your fear in front of your peers
Is the worst you can do of the lot

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