I don't mean for this to be a negative nelly, just some of my newest song lyrics. Sometimes I find enjoyment in darker lyrics, and I happen to enjoy these. Any interested parties who haven't already are invited to check out my other posted lyrics at http://myspace.com/jerpenner Criticism welcome
On the night my house burnt down
All the neighbours gathered round
They were drawn to me by sounds
Of my house burnt down
Oh the children stared that day
As my life smoldered away
Into hues of black and gray
Into black and gray
I remember feeling young
Years ago when love was fun
Not a battle to be won
Back when I was young
Me and Judy had a girl
Wispy hair and fingers curled
Diamond eyes that changed my world
With her fingers curled
Though she only lived to three
Clinging to her memory
We will never let her leave
She will never leave
Every day the edges hurt
In our kitchen and our words
And it's hard to make things work
When the edges hurt
On the night my wife left town
I found some matches on the ground
At the spot where I was found
When my house burnt down
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
My Quiet Life » negative nelly
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13 comments:
i like it...good job!!
wow, I like it too.
got nothing more eloquent to say right now.
except....that to use the term 'negative nelly' I think it's a prerequisite to be 80 and a grandmother
also, the whole myspace thing doesn't work out for those of us who have no myspace...so...
actually jer, that song kinda reminds me – have you ever read any Roald Dahl adult stuff?
wow. that's spooky. it had been a while since I read him, but I JUST, and I mean JUST put down a book of short stories by him that I started yesterday.
intense
which one?
I think the one I have is 'tales of the unexpected'
that IS spooky
huh...
There has been a good "house-buring-down" song since the Talking Heads! Well done, sir.
definitely the best since rush of blood to the head.
I liked it
I see your enthusiasm in blogging has ran out.
Are you ever going to post again?
cheryl, you're hardly one to talk.
buuut, she's not wrong, jer.
Dear Jeremy,
Your most recent post is hilarious and I would comment on it if I could.
But I can't.
love,
Rebekah
Dear Rebekah,
Thank you for your kind words. Please try it now. I don't know what happened. Please accept my apologies.
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