Friday, December 15, 2006

Come my friends and share some wine

Holiday quiet on these streets
except for some stubborn leaves
that didn't fall with the fall,
and now they clatter in vain.
Holiday sky, midnight clear.
Wind is high, hard to steer.
Old muffler rumbles like an old fighter plane
in search of some rest
in search of a break
from a life of tests where something's always at stake,
where something's always so far.
What about my broken car?
What about my life so far?
What about my dream?

What about everything?
What about airplanes?
What about ships that drank the sea?
What about the moon and stars?
What about soldiers' battle scars
and all the anger that they eat?
I am not in need.

Get away and come with me,
come away with me and we'll see
if I was right on that night that a future was made
before time takes each year,
like a knife cuts it clear.
It's school then work and then life
that just sharpens the blade.
I think about time for fun.
I think about time for play.
Then I think about being done with no resume,
with no one left to blame.
What about fortune and fame?
What about your love to obtain?
What about the ring?

Holiday quiet on these streets
except for some reason me.
The hometown harbor lights bright;
the sailboats clatter in vain.
Holiday sky, midnight clear.
Wind is high on this pier.
I find it hard to complain when compared with what about.

What about aliens?
What about you and me?
And what about gold beneath the sea?
What about when buildings fall?
What about that midnight phone call,
the one that wakes you from your peace?
Well, I am not in need.

- Carbon Leaf, "What About Everything?"

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