Thirty years ago today
On Wednesday I took my daughter to work at Northern Secondary School and afterwards we went home. She helped me to make her own birthday cake and I took it with us in the evening when we went downtown to Fat Albert’s open stage. We had a little one-day-late birthday party for her with candles on the cake. Mary Milne had brought lots of presents for her and I gave her a working toy violin.
I performed my songs “Sixteen Tons of Dogma” and “Thin Red Line” with Christian and the Lions: Tom Smarda, Steve Lowe, and Arjan. Our set was recorded.
Thin Red Line
I walk a thin red line between acceptance and despair
Sometimes I milk my solitude but mostly I’m just scared
Scared of being lonely
on the downhill slope of life
without someone to wither with
something like a wife
I’m at the shallow end of the emotional pool
I’ve wet my feet for ages here and I’m feeling like a fool
embarrassed by my splashing ‘cause the pool ain’t meant for one
just synchronized swimmers so I’m left out of the fun
Some
times I build the strength to look into a woman’s eyes
but the “Hello” and the smile don’t ever get synchronized
Yeah Women catch my stare then roll their eyes and turn away
to fill my heart with buckshot so I’m sinking once again
I cannot take it anymore I’ve borne this life too long
and dragged it down the road too far to find the map was wrong
Some make their way by slight of heart
through trap doors Jesus falls
or so they think when they play the part
of Jesus bait in malls
I cannot live without a love but cannot die and know
that all of this goes round again this painful empty show
so I bounce the ball of “End it all” against my mind’s curved wall
but if suicide’s a two-way ride
it don’t make sense to go
So
I walk a thin red line between acceptance
and despair
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