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    Monday, January 24, 2005
    Cut Here

    I wish I could have Robert Smith's brain specifically in lyrics making.
    Dang, he's good. I happened to reminisce the rockin good old days last nite by playing The Cure's in my room, and remember back in 1996 [the year when I was really into The Cure] I was so amazed of his capability in 'story telling'.
    so last nite, i was reminded of his talent again, and now i feel like sharing one of his writings.


    Cut Here
    The Cure

    so we meet again!" and i offer my hand all dry and english slow
    and you look at me and i understand yeah it's a look i used to know
    "three long years... and your favourite man... is that any way to say hello?"
    and you hold me... like you'll never let me go "
    oh c'mon and have a drink with me sit down and talk awhile... "
    "oh i wish i could... and i will! but now i just don't have the time... " and over my shoulder as i walk away i see you give that look goodbye... i still see that look in your eye...

    so dizzy mr busy - too much rush to talk to billy all the silly frilly things have to first get done in a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it june until later... doesn't always come it's

    so hard to think "it ends sometime and this could be the last i should really hear you sing again and i should really watch you dance" because it's hard to think "i'll never get another chance to hold you... to hold you... "

    but chilly mr dilly - too much rush to talk to billy all the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done in a second - just hang on - all in good time - won't be long until later... i should've stopped to think - i should've made the time i could've had that drink - i could've talked awhile i would've done it right - i would've moved us on but i didn''t -

    now it's all too late it's over... over... and you're gone... i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you so much

    but how many times can i walk away and wish "if only... "
    how many times can i talk this way and wish "if only... "keep on making the same mistake keep on aching the same heartbreak i wish "if only... "
    but "if only... "is a wish too late...

    posted by daydreamer | 2:55 PM|

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