i love these lyrics.

crumbling mirth

the song remains the same
Aug 10, 2001
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When she said,
"Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get."

I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.

She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
And after finding I'd
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear."
I said, "Your words aren't clear,
You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then
You didn't waste time.
And I, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch.
Now don't ask for mine.

4th time around - bob dylan
One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss
Will abandon all reason to blend with decay.
A banquet of fools in the lunatic season.
The cards that I've dealt are so vulgar today.

Enchanted with the flow
I swim these streams
Of tears
Once torn apart
That meet as one
To dwell beneath the eye in realms of dreams,
And thrive within the shadows of the sun.

It is through this I will drift empty handed,
With a destiny sailing half mast.
This sun, may set on obscurity yet,
And arise when the now is the past.

I cannot recall why Im taking a fall.
Im abandoning reason,
This blend is decay.
I dine with the fools in the lunatic season.
The cards I've been dealt are the cards that I play.

Enchanted with the flow
I swam these streams
Of tears
Once torn apart
That met as one
And dwelt beneath the eye in realms of dreams
But dried beyond the shadows of the sun.

- 'The Jester's Banquet' by Chalice. †
Sinking, Falling, Alone
Not knowing where he's going... 'just there'
Stuck in limbo, unaware
Drowned in mystery

He runs the field of dreams
Swimming through the life-steam
Forgotten in mystery

All he ever wanted
was all he ever needed
a freind. a companion
for guidance

In this world of make beleive,
what should i become?
Fate has me forever
drowned in misery

He sits in the field of dreams
Alone with mystery
His thoughts provoke his memory
But he can't remember

Tripping out
is all this life is all about
escape the fake,
the dream i hate
got the same old sinking feeling..

'The field of dreams' - INTROSPECTION