Friday, November 03, 2006

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No Fuck You Friday, No Count Either. 19 days.
The Roses From My Friends - Ben Harper
I could have treated you better
but you couldn't have treated me worse
But it's he who laughs last
Is he who cries first
Sometimes I feel I know strangers
Better than I know my friends
Why must a beginning
Be the means to an end
The stones from my enemies; these wounds will mend
But I cannot survive the roses from my friends
When the last word has been spoken
And we bear witness to the final setting sun
All that shall remains is a token
Of what we've said and done
When all we've had has been forsaken
Distant church bells no longer ring
That's the sound of a heart taken
And the story of tears from a king
The stones from my enemies; these wounds will mend
But I cannot survive the roses from my friends
This may be the last time I see you
Forgive me for holding you close
This may be the last time I see you
So of this moment I will make the most
This may be the last time I see you
But if you keep me in your heart
Together we shall be eternal
If you believe we shall never part
The stones from my enemies; these wounds will mend
But I cannot survive the roses from my friends

3 comments:

lime said...

it says it all, andy.

peace, healing, and happiness to you...

ZooooM said...

Isn't it grand when your emotions take you for a ride? I'm always hoping good things for you.

Anonymous said...

god I love love love Ben Harper. I saw him open for Pearl Jam at Randalls Island a hundred years ago...so smoking. That man ROCKS.
Now I've got Pippy listening to him, too...as I've owned the one cd for so long...
But listen! I have tickets to see Regina Spektor at the Warsaw! I'm taking Pippy. How hot is that? Is that a good club for a show?