From: owner-trajectory-digest@smoe.org (trajectory-digest) To: trajectory-digest@smoe.org Subject: trajectory-digest V3 #56 Reply-To: trajectory@smoe.org Sender: owner-trajectory-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-trajectory-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk trajectory-digest Monday, May 31 1999 Volume 03 : Number 056 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re:that veda song ["julia petulia" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 30 May 1999 11:59:17 PDT From: "julia petulia" Subject: Re:that veda song hi i have [what i think are] the lyrics to that song, i figured them out myself which means that if you think somethings wrong, it probably is, so here they are... Oh my man I love him so He'll never know All my life is just a spare, but I don't care. When he takes me in his arms the world is bright, all right. What's the difference of I say I'll go away when I know I'll come back on my knees someday For whatever my man is I am his Forever more. Whatever my man is I am his Forever More. Well. I guess not. I am sleeping on a mattress below my own breath I wake up early and by myself The morning clear as a white wall for my body to move in. Still, I am sustained, Beckoned by dates and possible phone calls, but let that be the limit for now Because, weren't I his wouldn't I have to straighten my lines, Legeablize my script, Write him into a room already full? Of course I want to, I want new inspirations, I'm tired of my big head My own known hands. I like waking by myself but I like company for breakfast. I sense an approaching steamroller of a compromise… And then there is the question of the choice It cant be just any him, yet that is what has always happened, Like the strongest wiggler sperm The first to knock on the heart walls is admitted, full welcome Red Red rug "Oh, did you say something? Common in! Hungry?" But now. Now we are entering the age of distinction not it is time for applications, resumes curriculum vita vita vita, Full points for spelling and creative approach Thank you for your time We'll call you And you and you and you... The choice is unthinkable. When I was young I asked my mom the question she couldn't answer, still cant although I still ask "How will I know? When do I get the tap on the shoulder, the sudden holy mummer... this is it stop looking, stop asking, just work with it..." sorry, um... I am waiting. I guess the tap will come from inside the shoulder, reverberating outward so he can hear it too. Faint echo of reassurance, knowledge, ancient wisdom that's my name don't wear it out, you don't have to shout. No, Just be quiet, just be still. It's in there somewhere. The small rock rolling around The small tap dripping: 'yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes...' Not yes as in I give you permission but yes as in "Oh yeah, I knew that." Always there just waiting for you to turn off the electrical questions, the digital relay... The genital furnace... To be turned on later, Later when your sure of you're desire for heat, when you wont get burned When all this is not an issue, something to be dealt with, something outside the truth. When you can wake up as gently as when you do alone, And the roll of the pen the still morning sound, Along with the roll of the ocean, And bodies in a bed. i hope that helps, from julia ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of trajectory-digest V3 #56 *******************************