Those Clouds

Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no lovin' in our soul, and no money in our coats
...you can't say we're satisfied
Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, you're beautiful, well ain't it time we said goodbye?
All the dreams were held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke now
Let me whisper in your ear
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no lovin' in our souls, and no money in our coats
you can't say we're satisfied...
Oh Angie, oh I still love you baby
Everywhere I look, I see your eyes
There's not another woman that comes close to you
Dry those tears from your eyes
Hey Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, I still love you, ain't it time we said goodbye?

~The Rolling Stones, 1973

1995 Soundtrack

I thought..

Sweet Oblivion ..feels alright

The hour is ending, can't you see?

There is no way now, to be free

In the shadow of the season

Without a reason to carry on

Without A reason, without a reason

And from the north woods down to the valley

In a world of hurting, I'm moving on

Out from the lighthouse, right on the ocean

Can't climb the mountain so very tall

Said, "Lord please give me what I need"

He said, "There's pain and misery"

Oh, sweet oblivion feels alright

The hour is drawing ever closer

And rolling over, won't let me be

In the shadow of the season

To find a reason to carry on

Said, "Lord please give me what I need"

He said, "There's pain and misery"

Oh, sweet oblivion

Calls me onward to her side

And feels her song deep inside

And find the reason

In the shadow of the season

To find a reason, to carry on

In the shadow of the season

To find a reason, to carry on

Find a reason to carry on

To carry on, to find a reason

Yeah, to carry on, to carry on

It Would Be Cooler If You Did...

Nevermind

Dreamless, and hopeless
Trying to find the words to describe
...all I've left behind
Here we are, all in a dream
Wake to suffer, but cannot scream
I have left behind... everything
Just to find myself... nothing
All I've wanted, all my life
To be part of you
Too late to go back, or to push away
Nothing left.. to look forward to

Bitter, aren't we all
We've watched our most precious dreams die
Visit them once a year as if to celebrate
Living another year of lies
"Happy" is the word you use
When you choose to give your life away
Put the letters on your shirt
And its your heart that is betrayed
Before we realize it
We'll be past our prime
Looking back for treasured memories
With none to find

There is no hope.
We all know this is a game we won't win
Life's a bitch, then we die
We're all the same in this prison
There is no difference

ⓒ 1995 Shawn Michael Quinn