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March 30, 2010

gone, gone, gone

Another fine mess I’ve gotten myself into.
Another bit of trouble I need to get out of.
I don’t really know what to do,
but this just isn’t love.

I’ve never been good at confrontation,
and I don’t want a knock down drag out.
Still, something has to be done,
and you know what I’m talking about.

It’s time to end everything.
To put a stop to this thing.
I know I did a lot of things wrong,
but as of today I’m gone, gone, gone.

This all just started too fast and slid under the sheets.
You even said you loved me but we only just met.
Now I’m starting to feel the heat
of an unwise relationship I’d like to forget.

Now it’s time to end everything.
To put a stop to this thing.
I can’t believe all the things I did wrong,
but as of today I’ve got to be gone.

I’m sorry for any pain I caused you.
It’s not something I wanted to do.
But bad things happen in this imperfect place,
and if we go any further it’s just a waste.

So, it’s time to end everything.
Stop this whole thing.
It’s obvious I did everything wrong,
but as of today I’m gone, gone, gone.

By Paul B Womack | Comments (0)

March 30, 2010

Dunce’s Chair

It’s not ideas or discontent.
It’s an empty stomach.
It’s not an ism of any kind.
It’s a decent place to live
And we’re willing to die for it.

It’s not being told what to want.
It’s choosing for ourselves.
It’s not someone else’s agenda.
It’s a way of life
And we live and die for it.

Who is in the seats of power deciding,
Knowing better the things to want?
Remove them to the dunce’s chair,
Out of the way in their tall white hats.

Trade them for something to eat,
For the little things we want.
Remove them to the dunce’s chair,
Out of the way in their tall white hats.

It’s not the party line.
It’s the desolation of an empty table.
It’s losing faith in our fellow man,
In our fathers and mothers,
In a better life for our sons and daughters.

Who is in the seats of power deciding,
Knowing better the things to want?
Remove them to the dunce’s chair,
Out of the way in their tall white hats.

From the seats of power deciding,
Remove them to the dunce’s chair –
Out of the way in their tall white hats

To the dunce’s chair.
Out of the way
In their tall white hats.

By Paul B Womack | Comments (0)