hey :wink: as I am a sucker for for cardboard boxes, there was no way around them this week (wrote two pieces again, but I don't want to exhaust your patience - so here's just one :lol: ).
Amidst cardboard boxes
This is the last time
I'm falling asleep
Amidst cardboard boxes
You see, the place is a lost and found office
Each day I sat someplace else
The dust, it kept me company
While records and umbrellas multiplied
For no one ever came to retrieve their property
This is the last time
I'm fending off sleep
Amidst cardboard boxes
You see, I have a new set of keys
They were waiting for me
In a bucket beneath the sink
And I can hear the pigeons fawning
But I'll quit come morning
With just one cardboard box under my arm
I'll leave the door to these strange lives unlocked behind
I'll skip down the stairs, pull faces at the neighbours, map out the streets
I'll un-number the days with a hand brushing ‘gainst fences
And this time, I swear, I'll unpack first thing I'm there.
cheers,
straycat.
"oh, eventually it will break your heart" - anders wendin
i think this is one of your best songs! it's a little less, shall we say, rambling?!!!
i like the line about the lost and found office.
Hi :D
Yeah.... I really like this one :wink:
The two: This is the last times - hit me on a few levels.
I heard it almost as if it were a seperate preface to the rest of the verse, like;
This is the last time:
I'm falling asleep
amidst cardboard boxes
Line by line like that it comes off well.
And doing it that way made me feel like you were trying to say 'This is the last time' that I'm going to move!
It also read well this way:
This is the last time I'm falling asleep amidst cardboard boxes....
You see....
I don't think it's important to know which way it was actually intended,
as it worked on both levels for me simultaneously.
'Each day I sat someplace else'
Loved that line.
Again, it worked on a few levels....
Could mean that while packing up, unearthing long forgotten artifacts have brought you back to different memories.
Also suggests the ever shifting de-construction of what was once your 'home', as bits and pieces of it go off to the new place.
The dust was a good touch.... in a physical sense and a mental/emotional one.
The last line about not retrieving property speaks of old relationships.
Things that were left behind in a rush to get out, or simply forgotten.
It also points to leftover baggage over those old relationships.... unresolved feelings perhaps.
I thought the last verse was brilliant!
Very vivid.
Especially liked the 'un-number the days' bit :D
As usual.... I loved it!!!!
Thankx!
Ken :wink:
"The man who has begun to live more seriously within
begins to live more simply without"
-Ernest Hemingway
"A genuine individual is an outright nuisance in a factory"
-Orson Welles
