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the rush
the brakes are faulty
& i'm speeding up
I know my limits, I know my limits,
I'm not slowing down,
not for a second, no.
Like a drive down highway
66,
the smooth straights meet rough swerves that
catch me unaware...
I could see it, but didn't want to,
didn't want to feel it.
There's the crash, it comes
just when the
world goes mute -
& no one else can hear it;
where are the streetlights when we need them?
I have made myself
an expected visitor of
the silence that met me
after it all,
farewell, i bid,
farewell
& i'm speeding up
I know my limits, I know my limits,
I'm not slowing down,
not for a second, no.
Like a drive down highway
66,
the smooth straights meet rough swerves that
catch me unaware...
I could see it, but didn't want to,
didn't want to feel it.
There's the crash, it comes
just when the
world goes mute -
& no one else can hear it;
where are the streetlights when we need them?
I have made myself
an expected visitor of
the silence that met me
after it all,
farewell, i bid,
farewell
Published 13th Dec 2009
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13th Dec 2009 5:09pm
... the moment after a road accident is bizarre. It's like a double take on the world and you capture that well here, Celine.
"just when the
world goes mute -
& no one else can hear it;"
"I have made myself
an expected visitor of
the silence that met me"
it's refreshing to come across something good
while crawling through tons of old DU crap.
but, must obey Webmiz, must get tacky medal... :)
ray
world goes mute -
& no one else can hear it;"
"I have made myself
an expected visitor of
the silence that met me"
it's refreshing to come across something good
while crawling through tons of old DU crap.
but, must obey Webmiz, must get tacky medal... :)
ray
