CRY
My neck is in your guillotine, every
day you hold the string,
Though, once you held the key
to joy.
So all the good to take your place just stopped
by to save my grace?
I guess, again I did destroy.
And I don’t know what to do, no
‘Cause
this drama’s nothing new, no
I guess you said goodbye,
did you?
Now I just cry all of the time …
Yes
I do.
It’s all for you.
I’ll
fake it all until you’re gone, say goodbye and then move on.
I
guess I’d go see Gypsy girl.
I’ll throw away
my very soul, ‘cause lovin’ me was not your goal.
We’ll
both be in a better world.
And I don’t know what to do, no
‘Cause this drama’s nothing new, no
I
guess you said goodbye, did you?
Now I just cry all of the time …
Yes I do.
It’s all for you.
Now I just cry all of the time …
©Andréa Hector, 2011
HERE
WE GO AGAIN
Got out of bed, scratched my head.
Felt like I’d be better dead, because I’m seeing red.
I want some good weather.
I’ll stop
all together
Called a friend.
Another dead end ‘cause she had nothing there to lend.
Thought I’d go on a bender.
I want some good weather,
I’ll stop
all together
My friend told me I should change my attitude.
Here we go again …
Stepped
outside, breathed it in.
Yeah, it’s worse than where
I’ve been, but now it’s everything.
I want
some good weather,
I’ll stop all together
Shut my mouth, took a glimpse to see if I’m what’s
made it dim.
How could I change a thing?
I want some good weather,
I’ll
stop all together
My friend told me I should change my attitude.
Here we go again …
Uh-huh
… don’t want to work a smile again
Uh-huh
… how could it be me again
Uh-huh … don’t
want to work a smile again
All I want is this to …
Took a wort, tried to sort such a crazy making sport.
I just can’t afford to have all this weather.
I’ll
stop all together
How could it be that it was me?
‘Cause it was nothing but my ego.
Now I’m light as a feather.
I got my good weather.
It stopped all together
My friend told me I should change my attitude.
Here we go again …
©Andréa
Hector, 2011
I THOUGHT …
I? I had
to see the risk that faith brings. I thought I believed it’s true.
I? I felt it’s non-existence thriving. I won’t say the name
for you, and …
And I don’t think I’ll ever get my head around, my head around it.
And I don’t think I’ll ever say the things I found,
what things I found, no.
Why?
I listened
small, intently trusting.
Why?
No angels sang for me, and …
And I don’t think I’ll
ever get my head around, my head around it.
And I don’t
think I’ll ever say the things I found, what things I found, no.
I thought that I’d meet your
‘god’ again … I thought …
I
thought that I’d see ‘it’ shine again … I thought …
I bought your brainwashed belief again, again, again …
Well, what surrounds you?
‘Cause
I’m senseless.
Once there was a time I prayed with both eyes open, hoping daily I would find some
proof, but it’s not there.
So why I feel this power:
empty, dwelling?
Time bred my agnostic flaire.
Well, I have lost all faith in ‘god’ and ‘magic’.
Time bred ‘it’s’ malignant heir.
I
thought that I’d meet your ‘god’ again … I thought …
I thought that I’d see ‘it’ shine again … I thought …
I bought your brainwashed belief again, again, again …
And I
don’t think I’ll ever get my head around, my head around it.
And I don’t think I’ll ever say the things I found, what things I found, no.
I thought
that I’d meet your ‘god’ again … I thought …
I thought that I’d see ‘it’ shine again … I thought …
I bought your brainwashed belief again … I thought …
I thought that I’d meet your ‘god’ again … I thought …
But I’m senseless.
©Andréa Hector, 2011
NASTY FEELING
She’s
a girl that needs explaining again, I feel it again
A
know-it-all, it’s fucking draining again, I feel it again
If
she’s around I’ll be complaining again, I feel it again
I
guess you get the point I’m making again, I feel it again
Ah, waiting for the patience to come with being around you.
Ah, all you did is nothing new.
What’s a good girl to do?
I’ve got a nasty feeling.
It’s all about you.
I’d take a pill if I had some on me again, I feel it again
I’m breathing hard, it’s kinda funny again, I feel
it again
The things she says are less than pleasing again,
I feel it again
I stay away just to make it easy again,
I feel it again
Ah, waiting for the patience to go with being around you.
Ah, all you did is nothing new.
What’s
a good girl to do?
I’ve got a nasty feeling.
It’s all about you.
I know you know.
They know you know.
You won’t ever grow.
‘Cause
you’re too damn slow.
Ah, waiting for the patience to go with being around you.
Ah, all you did is nothing new.
What’s a good girl to do?
I’ve got a nasty feeling.
It’s
all about you.
©Andréa Hector, 2011
Serious
It’s a twisting
maelstrom.
Never ending bedlam.
So you ask, “What’s the problem? Suck it up now girl, ‘cause you’re
alright.”
It’s holding me for ransom.
My personal Charles Manson
Melt into this chair, a wax image of self reflected.
Don’t know what I’m
going to do, and it’s serious.
Yes.
What the
point in faking?
It’s up for your debating.
Well did you ever think I envy you, your strength, ‘cause
you’re alright?
The key’s inside my pocket.
I need you to unlock it, ‘cause both my hands are tied
and you’re alive and unaffected
Don’t know what I’m going to do, and it’s serious.
Yes.
It goes on and on …
Don’t know
what I’m going to do, and it’s serious.
Yes.
©Andréa
Hector, 2011
