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The Blues (Lyric) by fevriere

The words hang like blues, They shiver through you and we can't stand the truth. Now his hand's kissed you. So this is what you are, Hanging on to the blues, Strung inside a guitar Like the quivering truth. Criminals on your case, Everything haunting you, Dark water, black lace, The depth of the truth. Tears unlike jewels Dull as Norfolk in truth Sinking smoke, so cruel, Your own beautiful blues.

fevriere 12-Jan-04/2:01 PM
Poetry is by nature non-sensical. I was referring to the personal feeling of depression, and literally, music expressing depressive feelings, and its tendency to linger. The use of "hang" was a morbid touch. Sorry.
Again, the image of kissing hands is a non-literal poetic one that I thought sounded confused & lovely. But I suppose I am not writing for myself anymore.

I must confess, I wrote it as a writing exercise with a list of required words. I should have re-read and edited but I didn't. I agree that the "criminals" idea looks, frankly, silly. Thank-you.




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