How?

How do you say that it's all over?
How do you know which words to use?
I swear I tried to be happy
I never meant to break your heart

How do you turn and walk away?
How do you wave and say goodbye?
I sure don't wanna make no fuss
I sure don't wanna make you cry

I guess there's no right path to follow
I guess no one will ever show me the light
I guess the worse to say will do
Baby my love is over for you


---manu c a june 2005 copyrighted all rights reserved by author

7 comentários:

Anonymous 9:34 PM  

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

r/r 10:07 AM  

sell it to the backstreet boys now

beatnik_queen 10:34 AM  

rjennar, that's a great dylan classic : )

and anonymous... striked right to the heart.

Anonymous 3:20 PM  

sure it is, cutie ;o))
obviously not known by this illiterate chap
(a backstreet boys addicted ? jesus have mercy both Bob & I)

beatnik_queen 2:24 PM  

hey, Doc, c'mon, it's a nice guy ; )

backstreet boys... damn, I really thought I got rid of them some years ago...

Anonymous 6:07 PM  

Get rid of them since they first appeared.

For the Nice Guy :

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Until they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me and I'm getting shot down
And I'm feeling mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick , he's obscene
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me and I'm getting shot down
And I'm feeling mean
My dog bit me on leg today
My cat clawled my eye
My mom's been thrown out of society circle
My dad's had to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose, the Reserved Smith
He recognized me
Punched me in the nose

Why doya called me doc ', cutie ?

beatnik_queen 9:50 PM  

I looove Alice Cooper.

I meant got rid -> they were like dead. It was a relief for my poor little ears. When I was somewhat like 11, 12, all my girlfriends used to listen to that bullshit... (well...I used to listen to... the bee gees by then. No comment.)

Doc? Well, cause I thought you were a guy I know from a forum.

I'm a Cheshire cat.