...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...

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2000 HEARTBEATS

"I live inside my music, I love the spaces there 
I can soar inside my stories, they can take me anywhere
you might say he's up there working, we've got jobs and singing's his
but the me, I see it differently, it's the only world there is
cause I'm living in my music castle, my walls are made of sound
my band's my music soldiers, we come to conquer towns
as I ride out on each melody, my microphone's my sword
I've got to slay the audience, applause is my reward
but when the song is over and the stage is dark and bare
my motel is a dungeon, no one's waiting there
and this king in all his finery is just a jester or a clown
 and my castle is my playing cards that all come tumbling down"

~ Harry Chapin ~




for all the differences and disagreements we might have had, for all the unknowns that may never be known, no one person spoke for me as clearly and accurately and consistently and frequently as Harry Chapin did... the human condition?... the artist condition?... the saviour condition?... the being condition?... or just some insanity we somehow shared...

maybe someday in some way somewhere we'll know... for now, I applaud with simultaneous awe struck amazement and euphoric acceptance of the expected continuation of the connection... and somehow, in spite of all the messages verily to the contrary and evidence that it is pointless, still hoping...

  but also, in many ways, still sleeping...

dreaming of feeling again





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