I have much to say,
Much to do.

More to live for.

Dear Sweet Filthy World

Dear sweet filthy world, my wife or whoever reads this
I think that I've lived too long
With all of my promise unfulfilled
But there is a veil drawn over all of that
I know you'll probably say, "Spare us the melodrama"
"I don't know how he chose the pills or the stupid revolver"
I'm out of luck
I'm not that strong
My hands, your neck
I might have wrung

Don't try to find me
I'm not worth anything anymore
I am not leaving you with all of your problems
The biggest one is me

Life is dark
Cold as the sea
Embrace me in my anguish
Put seaweed in my hair and vow that you won't cry because
I've gone
I can't go on, I can't go on, I can't go on
I must close now


-E Costello

Positively 4th Street

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you gota helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, how are you? good luck
But you don't mean it

When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them

And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you.



Bob Dylan

There comes a day when limits are reached,
Some walls are put up, but mostly they're breached.
You feel like a whale that's about to be beached.
"Oh no" you might say with the blink of an eye
"Oh drat" you might mutter, although you still try.
And then you realize...you're just not the right guy.

Как сладостно!.. но, боги, как опасно
Тебе внимать, твой видеть милый взор!..
Забуду ли улыбку, взор прекрасный
И огненный, волшебный разговор!
Волшебница, зачем тебя я видел —
Узнав тебя, блаженство я познал —
И счастие мое возненавидел.


Pushkin

How sweet!...but my God, how dangerous!
To listen to you, to see your looks
How could I forget your smile
Your nice looks, words of passion, magical words.
Fairylady, why did I meet you?
Whne I knew you, I knew heaven!
And how I hate my happiness.

А. С. Пушкин

Я вас любил: любовь ещё, быть может,
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
То побостью, то ревостью томим;
А вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.


I loved you: maybe that love for you
In my heart did not completely die;
But let this love not disturb you anymore;
I don't want you to feel bad about anything.
I loved you silently, hopelessly
Suffering from shyness and jealousy.
I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly,
That I would bless you to be loved by someone else.

I could wile away the hours
Conferrin with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain.
And my head I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.

I could ravel every riddle
For every individdle
In trouble or in pain.
With the thoughts that I'd be thinkin'
I could be another Lincoln
If I only had a brain.

Oh, I could tell you why
The ocean's near the shore.
I could think of thinks I'd never thunk before.
Then I'd sit and think some more.

I would not be just a nothin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain.
Then perhaps I'd deserve you
And be even worthy erv you...
If I only had a brain.

I can't convince myself

I can't convince myself that I'm not at fault in some way.
The rational part of me knows I'm not at fault.
The rest of me knows that I am.
So many lives I should have tried.
So many words I should have said.
So many lies.
So many truths.

I do this to dodge responsibility.
Because I know that if I am responsible,

Then I killed her.