Verse 1:
Its just another day, of sun drenched regrets
Lazy days on shore, cigarette shaped bets
Complete with this coloured, fake rice sand
And I only ever longed for your pretty hand
Chorus:
Someday, sun drenched regrets will fade
And things will be right, be okay again
Verse 2:
And you left me long ago, sail and oar,
That attractive blonde clearly worth more
Jealousy burns here; With hope in this day
You'll come back for me, come back this way
Chorus:
Bridge:
And my island of hope simply disapears
With this ironic fog, making things clear
Another precious moment of collected mistakes
A train ticket here; A pocket full of aches
Sun drenched regrets [The lonely ghost..]
Sun drenched regrets
Sun drenched regrets [The lonely ghost..]
Sun drenched regrets
Chorus: X 2 [Fade]
[Words whispered]
You'll always be my sun drenched regret..
My biggest flaw and my highest owing debt
[Chorus in background fading out]
Author notes
01:25 (3/06/06 Happy Monthversary)
But of course, thats not why I wrote this song.
Regrets, loneliness, and revenge. An interlocking system of self defeat, would you not agree?
God, I do fucking miss the old days sometime. Now is one of them.
Maybe I should share the paragraph that inspired me:
'And you realise those people you used to be so close with, had sailed away long ago, and you're stil looking at the sand on this island your'e standing on, and wondering when it changed from liquid gold, to layer upon layer of humilation and sun drenched regrets.'
Maybe I should have written a story instead of a song. It sucks. I..don't really care much. But the bright blistering image of the sun..gives me more regrets then I could ever count.
That is life. Ps, Greg, one day.
Written June 2nd, 2006
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You are so awesome, hun. I miss the old days, too, and I have definitly missed you. It's been forever. And yet, your talent hasn't faded one little bit. Such description! The words just flow effortlessly. It's incredible. Hang in there, girl.
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I was being philosophical, not specific
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A really beautiful poem.
The words created sharp imagery, and it was just really great. Then again, I have yet to read something of yours that wasn't great. -
and yet, most of the completely irrelvent as most if it was fiction.
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Very good, nice imagery. Raises fascinating questions.
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Oh hun.
I wish you didn't know what that felt like. I'm living it now, have been for way too long, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. This doesn't suck at all. Beautiful imagery, word choice, just everything. Nothing sucky ever makes me cry, and this did.
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