a bag man
and i reach into one of my many bags of cds and find an old friend... i know a lot of people who've learned to live out of bags have a lot of other stuff in their bags (from those who live on the streets, those most of us pity and in spite of our best intentions, usually avoid if only out of habit... to the people who stand waiting for our groceries at the market... to the old-time criminals who carry the dirty stuff everybody wants, but nobody wants to see or admit they want)... bag people understand, there's much more to life that what is in the bags...
i once had a lot of bags, bags of silver and gold, bags of glitter and glitz, bags of luxury and ease and... i once have no bags at all, almost, and live out of a single bag that was not even my own... and as i look around today at this space i just moved into, i wonder where all these bags came from... and why in the world i carry them around...
but those bags closest, the bags that surround where i sit on all sides, these are bags of magic... for i have oce again accumulated many bags of music as i wander about this world... not nearly as many as i once had and so many sit far away, some may never be found again, but still, many wonderful bags surround me as i sit here writing these words to you...
and into one bag i reached to find a stack of cds i have yet to open, a stack packed six to a wrapper by cd baby (they love me, ya know?) and i love them for their bubble wrap sandwiches full of surprises (cuz i order lots of stuff i never heard of from them) and sometimes months go by between receiving the cds and actually reaching into the bag to open and listen, so i forget what i bought more often than not by the time i am opening the wrapper {and are they making cd wrappers harder to get into these days or is it just my imagination?) and what should i see, much to my surprise...
why it's tom chapin's face looking into my eyes...
the turning of the tide is playing right now, tickling my ears and slapping me all up-sides the head (ironic he's expecting big love to get to me, ha, i know better now... i wonder if amy is married... lol lam run run, he's gone crazy and gonna blow again)
i know what love is
i have lived sacrifice
i have been a martyr
and i've seen love's eyes
i know what love is
and it is always nice
cuz i can always find it
through every disguise
and i know that fear consumes the space
in which love tries to grow
and i shed a tear for the human race
for the love you may never know
and i almost pray to the great unknown
for the will and the way
for the words to say that will take you home
so you can know love today
i know what love is
i have seen it's teeth
i have felt the weight
and i've lived underneath
i know what love is
for i know how to feel
what some will only dream
i know as the real
and i know there's nothing special in me
that isn't just as special in you
and every night i wish you'll wake to see
love is simply what you want to do
and i almost pray to the great unknown
for the will and the way
for the words to say that will take you home
so you can know love today
i know what love is
it's the best thing in you
it's the best thing in me
it's the best we can be
i know what loves is
it's the best thing in me
it's the best thing in you
it's the best we can do
so let's take a moment, take a deep breath
here on this journey between birth and death
to stop all the fighting, the hate and the fear
and give love a chance to be what we share
and give love a chance to make us aware
and give love a chance - just choose to care
and you'll know what love is...
you'll know what love is...
you'll know that loves is...
everywhere
ah, finding that elusive rainbow through the tears again, that is what i find in my bags of this and that, my odds and ends, my music, my love, and my friends...
thank you for being here, there, and everywhere :)
i once had a lot of bags, bags of silver and gold, bags of glitter and glitz, bags of luxury and ease and... i once have no bags at all, almost, and live out of a single bag that was not even my own... and as i look around today at this space i just moved into, i wonder where all these bags came from... and why in the world i carry them around...
but those bags closest, the bags that surround where i sit on all sides, these are bags of magic... for i have oce again accumulated many bags of music as i wander about this world... not nearly as many as i once had and so many sit far away, some may never be found again, but still, many wonderful bags surround me as i sit here writing these words to you...
and into one bag i reached to find a stack of cds i have yet to open, a stack packed six to a wrapper by cd baby (they love me, ya know?) and i love them for their bubble wrap sandwiches full of surprises (cuz i order lots of stuff i never heard of from them) and sometimes months go by between receiving the cds and actually reaching into the bag to open and listen, so i forget what i bought more often than not by the time i am opening the wrapper {and are they making cd wrappers harder to get into these days or is it just my imagination?) and what should i see, much to my surprise...
why it's tom chapin's face looking into my eyes...
the turning of the tide is playing right now, tickling my ears and slapping me all up-sides the head (ironic he's expecting big love to get to me, ha, i know better now... i wonder if amy is married... lol lam run run, he's gone crazy and gonna blow again)
i have lived sacrifice
i have been a martyr
and i've seen love's eyes
i know what love is
and it is always nice
cuz i can always find it
through every disguise
and i know that fear consumes the space
in which love tries to grow
and i shed a tear for the human race
for the love you may never know
and i almost pray to the great unknown
for the will and the way
for the words to say that will take you home
so you can know love today
i know what love is
i have seen it's teeth
i have felt the weight
and i've lived underneath
i know what love is
for i know how to feel
what some will only dream
i know as the real
and i know there's nothing special in me
that isn't just as special in you
and every night i wish you'll wake to see
love is simply what you want to do
and i almost pray to the great unknown
for the will and the way
for the words to say that will take you home
so you can know love today
i know what love is
it's the best thing in you
it's the best thing in me
it's the best we can be
i know what loves is
it's the best thing in me
it's the best thing in you
it's the best we can do
so let's take a moment, take a deep breath
here on this journey between birth and death
to stop all the fighting, the hate and the fear
and give love a chance to be what we share
and give love a chance to make us aware
and give love a chance - just choose to care
and you'll know what love is...
you'll know what love is...
you'll know that loves is...
everywhere
ah, finding that elusive rainbow through the tears again, that is what i find in my bags of this and that, my odds and ends, my music, my love, and my friends...
thank you for being here, there, and everywhere :)
Labels: amused, bags, choices, comfort, emo, giggles, home, honesty, hope, karma, magic, memories, mtmm, music, peace, rreverence, sincerity, thereal, yay
posted by candoor at 7:42 PM
2 Comments:
orange county California says:
fuck the poor.
go get your berridelicious yogurt in south central then you'll understand your arrogant pain.
yes, but you drive a car that fits right in there, no? :)
most everywhere says fuck the poor, even the story of jesus said it in the bible, only he didn't say fuck, but it's the same message, fuck the poor, they'll always be there so live your life for the best you can and not merely for others... take care of yourself, for unless you do, you can not truly care for anyone else, or something like that (i've never been much of a bible quoter, after all)...
so what's the goal, anyway?... what's the buzz, tell me what's a happening... gonna take up the good fight and run for office on the people's ticket to end homelessness and free the poor from the slavery of the corporate elite?... i'm game, i've looked at life from both sides now and neither side is too great, but at least on the street it gets real...
of course it takes a whole lot of money to buy the slaves so they can be freed, so we gonna play the lottery or just rob banks?...
robin hood and his merry men (sounds like my sunday softball team)... meanwhile, i like that phrase, arrogant pain...
arrogant pain
poisoning the brain
drive a mind insane
again and again
arrogant pain
let me make it plain
a permanent stain
going down the drain
once i was a rich man
gave it all away
but enjoyed much of the journey
and still have stuff today
locked away in storage
somehow i maintained
the fees to keep it locked up
even when i was estranged
from the dollars and the senses
cast aside on the street
where the hardest and the softest
people were right there to meet
and so many took the highway
to be beggars till they die
but that is a hollow freedom
for either way's a lie
climb the ladders of success
or lay your body down and beg
either way you're giving up
and standing out on your last leg
what matters most is in the middle
where the balance can be found
so you can give and take the living
while the world still whirl's around
so no longer am i martyr
and no longer am i saint
and no longer am i looking
for that perfect hue of paint
i am doing my best caring
for myself and for you
by surviving and enjoying life
and sharing what is true
once i carried ease and fortune
i may even have bveen vain
once i almost gave up living
for despair on first and main
but the street life is no hero
and the richest man, the same
for they have not found the balance
they can only play the game
but the suffering i suffered
it was an arrogant pain
and now i find the truth was only
fear that locked me in my brain
and the dreams that i was chasing
were a prison for my heart
for i would not stop to share them
and they slowly fell apart
all i'm left with are my stories
and the most precious of all
it's the give and take of balance
that let's me enjoy the fall
no more arrogant pain
poisoning the brain
mind is clear and sane
once again
no more arrogant pain
let me make it plain
a beautiful stain
when you find you can love again
in the balance
between the sunshine
and the rain
in the balance
give and take
lover's lane
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