(broken skin) getting old by Richard Paezfind yourself a rose and peel slip-rip petals one by one scatter them, theyre worthless now and dance child, dance till your feet are red, red perfume and sing child, sing just like you always used to and when you slip-fall the world is red, red bleeding forget child, forget its all worthless now
open the window, please and let in some fresh-fresh sunshine let me breathe again chokings getting old my fingernails are dirty and i think i need some fresh air
find yourself an old car, like in the movies slip-turn across the freeways dont take me home, its worthless now drive child, drive till the world is red, red slip-by and sing child, sing the radio temple reconciles and when we slip-crash the world is red, red bleeding sleep child, sleep its all worthless now
roll down the window, please and let in some fresh-fresh wind-chill let me dream again wakings getting old my wounds need new dressings and i think i need some fresh air
and when we get there ill sit with the boys pass around cigars and talk about the old days
take me home please take me home
10/18/2002 Posted on 10/19/2002 Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
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Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/11/04 at 01:36 PM you paint a vivid picture of the fact of mortality... yes, sing child, sing... for our days are numbered, so we must make every moment count... this is an outstanding piece... blessings... |
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