Monday, June 12, 2006
Lyrics and riffs and refrains churn forth from white and grey matter of the cranium, put on random loops at times, then mashed up and remixed at others. Is it little wonder then, that these internal music stations reflect a subconscious state of mind?
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My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away
But every now and then you come to mind
'Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game
But when your name was called, you found a place to hide
When you knew that I was always on your side
Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent
But my demons and my angels reappeared
Leaving all the traces of the man you thought I'd be
Too afraid to hear the words I'd always feared
Leaving you with only questions all these years
But is there some place far away, some place where all is clear
Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear
Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally
This isn't how it's really meant to be
No it isn't how it's really meant to be
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Was it you who kept me wondering through this life
When you knew that I was always on your side
Always On Your Side ~ Sheryl Crow (featuring Sting)

