Been called Tuesday in the winter of my mind, in the hectic slush of it all left behind and lacking, or just to the right of good obscurity. In that place less than seen where we all stand kicking, or, maybe, screaming for some words to come and form within us, but our minds have just left town on the last bus. . . on the next train to anywhere but here and my tracks are slowly dying. . . slowly dying to unwind, to bar the door, to break my fall, to call me homeward, upward. . . bound to tumble, born to fall, but hearing voices, hearing calls and heeding visions of some tree transfixed upon my mind. I'm less than humble, less than nimble, less than all the bad I bring and more than hope fills me. . . overwhelms me really, to the brim, to the brink of mere humanity and I venture forth into utter chaos, into foaming, frothing chaos. . . and this too is good.
Chris Martin of Coldplay promised the lyrics to his next album to be "brilliant". I don't know why somebody would be so grossly overconfident when being quoted by the press...he must be REALLY excited about his new stuff. Anyway, all that to say, the words posted by Kasey the other Martin struck me as lyrical, almost as if they had been lifted from a Coldplay song. If I hadn't been listening to didgeridoos for the past two hours, I probably could set the words to a tune...I am also tone deaf, so that doesn't help either.
Posted by: Saint Anonymous | Oct 28, 2005 at 02:27 AM
In that place less than seen where we all stand kicking, or, maybe, screaming for some words to come and form within us, but our minds have just left town on the last bus...
Great line!! Lack of sleep leads to less than good standards of oxygen to help my brain function; won't somebody tell my professors I've reached the crossroads junction? It is defnitely the middle of the semester!!!
Posted by: Normal | Oct 26, 2005 at 07:28 PM