I've always been a sucker for your eyes...
I've been getting suckered by that smile...
Please don't lead me on,
You're what I've been wanting for months.
Don't be the one who got away twice from me.
I can recall wrapping you up in arms.
I promise I could keep you from harm.
I can recall your head rested upon my chest.
I remember well the day you dated him.
But our connection remained hidden...
I can't stand this cowardice.
You're the song that can't be written.
I can't bother with the stress.
We used to cuddle in my bed.
I'm mesmerized by the dream of your lips.
How I wish to grace them.
Damn every man who's ever taken you,
For granted.
If I took the guise of Phoebus,
You'd be the Laurel tree.
The bark we both long to kiss.
He and I are as Tantalus;
And as our hands miss,
You're just out of grip.
I can't stand this cowardice.
You're the song that can't be written.
I can't bother with the stress.
We used to cuddle in my bed.
I'm mesmerized by the dream of your lips.
And how I wish to grace them.
What are we waiting for?
We're set on stalemate,
Nothing on the board.
We can't seem to make the move,
The fragile step,
Between me and you...
I can't stand this cowardice.
You're the song that can't be written.
I can't bother with the stress.
We used to cuddle in my bed.
I'm mesmerized by the dream of your lips.
And how I wish to grace them.
-Glenn Gutkowski
Author notes
This is a bluesy kind of sad song about wanting someone but never quite getting there with them, even though you both want it, niether of you are ever ballsy enough to tell the other. Its almost like a stalemate. The game cannot be finished because niether side can make a move. In this case, its a first move.
There is a classical referance in the second verse, after the first chorus, about Phoebus and and the Laurel tree. Pheobus is the Roman Apollo, with a few differences I won't get into here and there. Anyhow, the story goes, Phoebus fell in love with a nymph, the daughter of a River God. She was beautiful, naturally, and a strong, independant sort of woman. These are things that Phoebus loved about her; her hair was not arranged in a fancy way, her face wasn't adorned with ancient make up and whatnot, she was just... beautiful. As he tried to court her, she ran, so he chased. Becuase the gods had a tendency towards rape, she called out to her father, the River, to be saved. Thus, he turned her into a Laurel tree, the first of its kind. Phoebus' love for her spread through eternity. In the myth, it would be said that he still kisses the bark of that immortal tree, sobbing for whom he never had. Phoebus used to adorn himself with any tree branches he found beautiful, but now only adorns himself with crowns of laurel, because its the only tree he thinks is truly beautiful. God, I love classical shit... As for Tantalus, he's in a hellish part of Hades where he is eternally starving, but when he reaches for the food which surrounds him, it pulls away, just out of his chained reach.
I honestly can't think of a name for this song so if you're commenting feel free to drop a name in your comment. I'll read them all... Chances are I won't name it until I record it.
Please tell me what you think
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I couldnt think of a title..it would only ruin such a beautfiul piece. I've been here and I am sure others have tooo...I do love this and the imagery is just so sincere and graceful. welldone, amazing.
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