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just wanting to forget what I can't remember to let go of hey now , we're just trying to forget what we can't remember to let go of dripping flakes off our our planets that aren't as infinite as we thought reaching out for nothing eyes like the ocean with- all the weed we make time out of rotations a good day indeed a good way to scream your name without making a scene and seeing a place you're not ready to like blues talkin' yourself through the alleys of the neighberhood maybe this ain't what we've been lickin' to but the flavor fits the face and the center ain't no owls treat but a battle faught way too soon and a joke taken way too seriously a point taken way at all just wanting to forget what you can't remember to let go of hey now, just trying to forget what you can't remember to let go of Just trying to remember to let go of what you can't remember to let go of just trying to remember what you missed to remember who you've been that's what we forgot to remember left in bottles we left empty left in people we left |
love how you change from blaming yourself in the first stanza to blaming you as one in a group of people. 'hey now' really brings signifigance to the aspect. reaching out for nothing eyes like the ocean with- all the weed we make time out of rotations a good day indeed a good way to scream your name without making a scene and seeing a place you're not ready to like blues talkin' yourself through the alleys of the (neighborhood) -love the repitition of 'a good,' as if you are sarcastic, dissapointed on how it had to happen that this all came to be. maybe this ain't what we've been lickin' to but the flavor fits the face and the center ain't no owls treat but a battle (fought) way too soon and a joke taken way too seriously (no) point taken way at all -at first I thought it was strange wording but now I like how you can identify the feeling and personify it with so many other things. just wanting to forget what you can't remember to let go of hey now, just trying to forget what you can't remember to let go of Just trying to remember to let go of what you can't remember to let go of just trying to remember what you missed to remember who you've been that's what we forgot to remember left in bottles we left empty left in people we left -really like this last part, jumbles everything up until you forget where you begin, which is a lot like where we are going. I thought it was strange that throughout the entire piece you switched from I to we and then to you as if you were trying to rid yourself of the entanglement. Intresting choice. Like the ending how you repeat left which makes it sound even more incomplete. Reminds me of a Gwendolyn Brooks poem, 'My dreams, my works, must wait till after hell.' where she says 'I am still hungry, I am incomplete.' and tells how she must leave everything including her nicely labeled jars in cupboards filled with bread and honey and how she had to remember to go back. You should check it out. Its a sincere feeling when you have to try to remember yet forget what has happened as you watch everything happening around you. a few mistakes but otherwise, great job.:) ~flora | Posted on 2007-03-20 00:00:00 | by blankscreen | [ Reply to This ] | |