Tweedledee and Tweedledum Blues

It’s that time of the day again
your heads all fuzzy and the neck still in pain
Don u just hate to break up with your bed
But boy u know u gotta earn your bread

Coz am jus’ a lazy bum...m lookin’ for tweedledee and tweedledum
And mama I know u taught me well but I jus’ wasn’ made for this run

Little miss perfect thinks she is swell
Oh yeah and I loved her she knew well
I got her raisins to sweeten up things
She didn think i'd do even for a fling

Coz am no sonofagun...m lookin’ for tweedledee and tweedledum
And mama I know u taught me well but I jus’ wasn’ made for this run

Now I think I’m too lost to care
If I could find a way back I would I swear
Coz it jus ain’t no fun serving kings and queens
They make you feel silly, they're kinda mean

Coz i feel quite numb...lookin’ for tweedledee and tweedledum
And mama I know u taught me well but I jus’ wasn’ made for this run

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day shall come at last when I
Will take the secret paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

- Tolkien

Burning Bridges

Burning fingers, burning bridges
Know your crime and do your time

You ain't a poet and you know it
Just a cheapster churning rhyme

There is anger but there is time
So bite the bullet and ask no dime

Keep walkin, keep walkin away
Coz after today you can't stay

You are bold, so you been told
But you see blackness in your soul

Burning fingers, burning bridges
Burning skies. The devil cries.

In the dark with you

People are in the dark, they don't know what to do
I had a little lantern, oh but it got blown out too.
I'm reaching out my hand. I hope you are too.
I just want to be in the dark with you.

- Greg Brown

Grass break

colours of the day have been stowed away
they are of no use to me now

its a dark room in a darker house
with me in a corner sitting smug
you are safer when you cant be seen
darkness is friendlier than you think
wonderful thing, i can see those rings

i find my bed i lay me down
a distant blip and not a sound
bright like a star, darkest of the dark
and all whats in between, i feel them seepin' in
wonderful thing, i can see those rings

colours of the day have been stowed away
until tomorrow, if it comes

...The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.

Xaar Paam Moi Puwoti Nixate

- Jayanta Hazarika
(Translated by http://thistle-down.blogspot.com/2009/12/jayanta-hazarika.html)

Will wake up at dawn

I will wake up
At the crack of dawn
When dewdrops are falling;
That hour, which moistens
The dry dust lying on the road.
Mother, won’t you wake me up?

I want to see
How the crimson sun
Vanquishes all the darkness;
How it casts a spell
On each budding flower,
So it blooms in all its glory.
How it fills the heart
Of the vacant air
With sweet fragrances.
Mother, won’t you wake me up?

Mother, I want to learn
The secret spell of creation
I want to know
What is that skill
That can drive away
All emptiness?
I too have a wish:
To open up and bloom,
Like a glorious sunflower.
Mother, won’t you wake me up?