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(lyric) you could be a devil {if not for those white wings}
by Richard Paezyou could be a devil
if not for those white wings
save me or tempt me
raise me up or pull me deeper
just don’t let me go—
iÂ’m too high now
to survive the fall
this is the sum of everything
add up all my sins
you are still the one
that keeps me high
up here i can see everything—
those little moments laughed away
between the sheets of innocence
all those dreams
weÂ’d realize one day
from up here i see everything—
the pain that grew between us
behind the doors of jealousy
all those whispers
that tore our trust
this is the sum of everything
that ever meant anything—
wiped clean
you could be a devil
if not for that halo
but itÂ’s all the same
raise me up, pin me to the cross
just don’t let me go—
iÂ’m hung too high
to survive the fall
this is the sum of everything
cut me down or forget me
you are still the one
holding me high
you could be a devil
if not for those white wings
06/10/2004 Author's Note: "you could be a devil
if not for those white wings"
This best line I've written in a long time. I don't know if the rest of the lyric holds up. I have this ache inside--all I want to do anymore is sing the blues on a back-light stage in a smoky room. Nothing else seems worth doing anymore. My dues--I wrote the line after reading Astrid Zen’s “you my eyes” while listening to Dave Matthews.
Posted on 06/11/2004
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 06/11/04 at 03:07 PM "this is the sum of everything
that ever meant anything—
wiped clean"
that was my favorite part. it gave me chills. i liked the song-like flow of this. you weave together words in a way that captivates the reader in beauty. good work. |
| Posted by Richard D Frederick on 06/12/04 at 01:58 PM a compelling title, and a lyric that did not disappoint. perhaps something bluesy? |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 06/13/04 at 03:40 PM if you do perchance get a gig in a smoky blues club... please let me know... all i've ever wanted was to sit in one of those clubs and melt away... the repitition of "everything" is powerful and chilling... and "you could be a devil
if not for those white wings"... now, that is a line to be proud of... like a lover, a confidant... even a parent... something to think on... i wonder, how many of these "almost" devils are flying around... sing it, richard... blessings... |
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