An illusion of inclusion with no fusion goes delusion,
Because you’re so cold, so I convince myself;
I flatter with my chatter but my brain is scattered so it doesn’t matter,
Until you picked up the phone and made that call.
It’s so ironic and chronically demonic relatively supersonic,
And you get hit with it out of nowhere;
I’ll take a position against your conditions and indecision,
And then you’ll tell me to fuck myself.
In no uncertain terms she said,
“I can’t take this shit anymore.”
In no uncertain terms so I can’t,
Keep lying to myself anymore.
I mused I’m confused feeling misused and abused,
But I wouldn’t have it any other way;
She’s so eclectic electric poetic and eccentric,
That I thought it was just another moodswing.
My feelin’ ‘bout her leavin’ is disbelievin’ but she’s seethin’
What the hell could I have done wrong?
It’s signed and underlined putting me in an undefined bind,
Who the hell is she running off to?
In no uncertain terms she said,
“I can’t take this shit anymore.”
In no uncertain terms so I can’t,
Keep lying to myself anymore.
But indeed, I’ll mislead and concede with a misdeed,
I swear that I was out of my mind;
Finite yet unbound with four rounds hit the ground with no sound,
And all I can do is stand there.
In no uncertain terms I said,
“I can’t take this shit anymore.”
In no uncertain terms so I can’t,
Keep lying to myself anymore.
Wow, Pav I so loved this. It’s really wonderful. I can almost dance to the beat of it, the way it flows. In a matter of speaking, I have already “danced” to the beat of it – may still be dancing to the beat of it.
It is really so good. It’s so rhythmic and upbeat though I know the man in it isn’t feeling too upbeat. So many play on words in here, I love the way you rhyme within instead of at the end of the sentences and use the words. “An illusion of inclusion with no fusion goes delusion”, just one as an example. That is so perfect and so bespeaks many relationships.
Finite yet unbound with four rounds hit the ground with no sound… at first I thought that was 4 rounds of liquor hit the ground with no sound…after 4, perhaps one would hear no sound or feel nothing…but perhaps it was four times trying to get it right, the relationship, that is? And perhaps they are headed for divorce.
Great poem, pav. And so much fun to read. =D> =D> =D> =D> Maybe someone can make up some rap music for it and you can make a bundle.
It has an upbeat sound. The song by Something Corporate, “Me and the Moon,” sort of gave me the idea to do something like this. “Me and the Moon,” starts out with this positively lovely piano solo which makes you think it is going to be a love song, but it ends up being about this emotionally abused woman murdering her husband.
As far as the rhyme scheme goes, (And doesn’t this tell you something about Fatherhood!) I got the idea from Dora the Explorer. They have a little, “We Did It,” song add the end of every show which incorporates the repeated use of certain words as well as a Sentence-Internal rhyme scheme. Bad Religion also does it in a few of their songs, and I am obviously a bigger fan of Bad Religion than Dora, but I have to be honest and say the Dora song directly gave me the idea.
Nope, the four rounds are four gunshot rounds. Have you ever had a period of intense adrenalin and stress where you are so focused on what you are doing that all sound around you seems to stop registering? Anyway, the guy goes nuts and kills her in the end.
It’s actually about this dude I used to know when I was in my late-teens and a relationship that he had. There was mental abuse on both sides of that relationship. The two of us were talking about her one day and I remember him saying, “I’m going to kill that stupid bitch,” and it was in one of those tones of voice that actually makes you wonder.
Anyway, he didn’t kill her, but they ended up breaking up.
Nice. I admit I picture it something like De La Soul’s Bahloone Mindstate or some great acid jazz thing. Kind of trippin’ slow funk with a great groove and a bit melancholic - like dwelling for a while in some private place of the mind. Is that wrong of me? Not a big Linkin Park fan, but I love the mood I got from this.
Actually, I try to write songs that are as…open to different types of music as possible. For example, my band mostly did Punk and Metal music, but any song that we actually wrote, and I mean lyrics and beat and everything, could also be pulled off on piano, or could be done acoustically.
– may still be dancing to the beat of it.