Every time the hammer strikes the thumbs flinch
And all these forces inside my brain
Are telling me to build a thousand houses, a thousand for you
But oh the fear that they should all fall around you
Oh the fear that they should all collapse
And kill a thousand men
Hands won't cannot do this
Clumsy broken all of this
To take a step Oh the fear
Oh the fear
These sands of mine are running down the sound is all I hear
Echoes from ahead are beating in my brain
And through my feet I feel the ground pulling me, pulling me
Down and All I see are holes in the ground
Down and all I see are stones with names
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There's a trap between the thought and act, ropes around my feet
Vicegrip on my eyes that see but one thing
Image in a mirror, aged a thousand years
Oh the eyes returned are empty dead and dull
Oh puzzles like a fool with an empty skull
Hands are frail and hold a scarf
Clumsy, broken, all of this
To take a step Oh the years
Oh the years...
2 comments:
well, i learned something. after reading this several times, i revisited it again today and finally realized my mistake. why do i constantly try to figure out the author's personal motivation without considering my own reaction/relation to the words? and, now i can really read into this poem. i really like the way you put it..."a trap between the thought and act" well said. (the "sands of mine" line reminds me of the hourglass on Aladdin. :)
I borrowed heavily from the themes of TS Eliot's "Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock," and the 'trap between the thought and act' is something Kierkegaard elaborates on in Either/Or, also a favorite theme of Elliott Smith's (who's influence I'm under right now.) But I'm not sure I totally understand the first part of your comment...
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