Sing for Song

you sang a song; I found my hell again.
“tra-la-la I told you so.”
You sang my song would sing of it.
You were wrong.

I won’t sing a thing,
no song at all.
Some things can’t keep a beat you know.
Some things can’t be taken in tidy measures.

You sing for show, for spectacle.
Sing for song.
Sing for something to say
and you’ll find them dancing anyway

About this entry

About

You’re currently reading “Sing for Song” an entry on No Categories

Published:
10.27.04 / 8pm
Keyword(s):
Previous:
Self-Mutilation
Next:
Program Notes
No comments
Jump to comment form |
comments rss [?] |
trackback uri [?]