Lyric № 102514
Sarah's Song
Sarah says she waited for the sun
for as long as the night was dark.
She's been through so much in her life.
Seen a lot of things that no one should,
but she's still beautiful when she smiles.
The graying hair and amethyst eyes
have made her shy away from tears.
She keeps her picture of Cary Grant
and a ring given to her by a lover,
and she's still beautiful when she sings.
There's something on her mind these days.
A little reminder of thirty years.
The white dress, the wine and the dance.
Sarah stays up 'till dawn every night
to see the sun rise on the hills.
She shakes off the early morning chill
and wraps the robe a little tighter,
so she can feel the warmth of life.
The balcony in the old hotel
is high enough to catch the clouds.
She still feels something in her soul
for pretty days and careless flings.
And she's still beautiful when she smiles.
There's something on her mind these days.
A little reminder of thirty years.
The white dress, the wine and the dance.
19 comments
I'd like it flow a little more - quite a few one line sentences and the many prepositions, articles and pronouns don't help the cause.
Still, some lovely language in there.
A sample may look as follows:
Ainslee Harriot : They don't come any browner -10-
Robert Kilroy-Silk: The colour and texture of a shamy leather -6-
David Dickinson: Orange - A fraud in my brown catergory -bow'ls-
Do you know the band Train? One of their songs is entirely about the eccentric things this woman named Virginia or Idaho or something does. If you try to say, "wait, women don't really do those things," Train just says, "well, Virginia does. It's real specific, see?" Trust me, I've tried telling them before and it was an enormous disaster.
But seriously, one of the things Virginia does is "wears high heels when she exercises." And half the people who hear it are like, "oh man, she's exactly like some woman I know! Train is such a great observer of human behavior!" Bullshit. I mean, come on, people! High heels? Jesus!
You will answer something like: She does, I know her.
Nope. I'm still getting nothing.
and
She does not exist. I made her up. fic-sho-nul.
But, you know, if writers used reality it would be more like:
Sarah cooked dinner and got pissed
because I said it was 'pretty' good.
She wouldn't give me a blowjob
for a week and that really sucked.
And for the record, I'm sorry I said Shuushin was a "Hey Guys" guy. I should have... well, I should have been the adult in that situation, and I wasn't. *tears*
PS-That last part would be a fine poem if you could find a way of saying it well. And you might as well know none of the people in any of my posts are very true-to-life, with the exception of the girl who tries to commit suicide by running into interstate traffic and the girl in the California poem, who is my wife, and who pronounces Chivas as "chi-VAHSS" rather than "CHI-vas".
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