Thursday, September 14, 2006

In Bed w/ "Reomatic Cold"

Surrounded by beige walls... i surrender to the power of this bed... that has sucked in all my energy... turning my body into a hotel of weakness... my guests are virus... those that make me fever, make me shake, make me cold, make hot, make me sweat...
Its the Nightmare of the season... or is it another way of saying: "you need some rest".
Tearing my eyes, swallon my throat, increased the size of my head, even my ears have ache...
Is it an Illusion?
Un-able to eat, un-able to sleep, un-able to sing what i like the most!
My dreams are confusing, the sun doesnt shine, all i feel is pain... and hear the sound of the rain!
With Reomatic Cold... the metals hurt, the cold hurts the joints of my weak body!
Suddenly all i wish... is to be better!
No one around, where is my Mom, where are my friends?
All i have with me is Mefenamic Acid!
But you called... you, my new reason of hope... hearing your voice has made me Imune!
I'm no longer ill!

Hello... is that you? Vincent?

5 comments:

sammyray said...

You big ol' jerk.....I tried to be sympathetic...I even offered to send you presents ... but Vincent gets all the publicity....LOL

Souleasterpop... said...

True! You did! Even tho it doesnt make sense to me offer to send presents, either you do or you dont, you dont offer to do it! LOL... but hey... you were just trying to make me feel better! And you did! Thanks for the support Ray and dont be jealous, you know i love you!

sammyray said...

LOL yeah, I know :)

By the way, I can't send you something if I don't have an address LOL

I hope you're feeling better, ya drama queen

Anonymous said...

Fez-me lembrar uma música esse post. Tem das letras que mais gosto por acaso :)

[ Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.

Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will. ]

Don Mclean - Vincent

abraço,
Rui/plimmm

Souleasterpop... said...

WOW.. Rui, that was pretty intense boy! I'll listen to the song... i never heard it... Thanks!