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Monday, January 11 Charlene - Never Been To Me Hey lady, you lady cursing at your life you're a discontented mother and a regimented wife I've no doubt you dream about the things you never do but I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to you Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run Took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun But I ran out of places and friendly faces Because I had to be free I've been to paradise but I've never been to me... Please lady please lady don't just walk away Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today I can see so much of me still living in your eyes won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lives Oh, I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece when I sipped champagne on a yacht I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed them what I've got I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't s'pose to see I've been to paradise but I've never been to me... Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie a fantasy we created about people and places as we like them to be but you know what truth is? it's that little baby you're holding and it's that man you fought with this morning the same one you are gonna make love to tonight that's truth that's love Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete but I, I took the sweet life I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free hey lady I've been to paradise but I've never been to me... I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...
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Thursday, January 7 I feel such an absence, an absence that cannot be fathomed, cannot be filled. Where did Time go? What an elusive entity. Right now, I feel age creeping up on me. Like it's growing its roots, and ever so slowly, it will encompass my entire being. There really isn't enough time, for the amount of things to accomplish. A pity, such a pity indeed.
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Friday, May 1 I've come to a point where I absolutely cannot bear listening to local radio. All the incessant chatting, the fake laughter, the hideous jokes that are not the least bit funny. Yak yak yak yak ... *groans* I want to have my own radio station. I'll play the club hits, R&B, hip-hop, old skool hip-hop, slow jamz, soul, reggae, reggaeton, acapella ... Gosh, they should really come up with a station like this!
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Monday, February 23 Dearest Mama, it is going to be 1 year since you have gone to a better place ... We still miss you sorely. In our houses of concrete, lingering are memories of you. Your strength and love so complete, any demise could not undo. What a brave and fighting spirit, the toughest pillar of support. Remembering you is our habit, as we watched the fight you fought. Though in our houses of concrete, all of which you no longer dwell, But now in the house of the Lord, that is where you're happy and well.
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Sunday, February 8 Strumming pains of memories, stifling the air around. Pressing months of sick thoughts, tarnishing angelic mounds. Weary of two-faced monsters, hounding my front and back. Angry at the mass oblivion, sincerity's what they lack. Patience is a well-known virtue, something I do not possess. Return of a flat retort, nothing more nothing less. So once again I say to you, let these words be your cue.
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Saturday, January 24 The days and nights go flying by, With regrets aplenty I don't know why. Time comes closer to twenty-five, Naught in me, that is my life. The days and nights go flying by, Newfound knowledge makes me shy. A glass I see, of whiskey, Such a best friend it's to me. The days and nights go flying by, Without sometimes even a hi. Dreams can float or they can sink, Mine they sink always, I think. The days and nights go flying by, All I do is produce a sigh. Feeling, longing, wanting, stinging, Here's the story of my being. The days and nights go flying by ... |