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Saturday, August 30, 2008

Plagiarizing my own stuff







Eagles.............................Plagiarized from my Yahoo Blog

I'm getting to the point where I can sing almost all the words in the car to the Eagles "Long Road Out of Eden". I'm focused on the lyrical poetry of Don Henley's "Waiting in the "Weeds" right now. I like it again now, because it's the end of August, just like the song. It's a love-gone-wrong song, something that the Eagles are so good at. And man, that harmony. But the word poetry is stunning; and so, here it is for you, too:


WAITING IN THE WEEDS



It's comin' on the end of August



Another Summer's promise almost gone



And though I heard some wise man say



That every dog will have his day



He never mentioned that these dog days get so long.



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I don't know when I realized the dream was over



There was no particular hour, no given day



You know, it didn't go down in flame



There was no final scene, no frozen frame


I just watched it slowly fade away.



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And I've been waiting in the weeds --waiting for my time to come around again



Hope is floating on the breeze, carrying my soul high up above the ground



I've been keepin' to myself,



Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing you



And though you're with somebody else



He'll never love you like I do.



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I've been biding time with crows and sparrows while peacocks prance and strut upon the stage



If finding love is just a dance -- proximity and chance



You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade.



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And I've been waiting in the weeds -- waiting for the dust to settle down along the backroads



Running through the fields, lying on the outskirts of this lonesome town



And I imagine sunlight in your hair



You're at the county fair -- you're holding hands and laughing



And now, the ferris wheel has stopped



You're swinging on the top, suspended there with him



And he's the darling of the chic



The flavor of the week is melting down your pretty summer dress



Baby, what a mess you're making.



I've been stumbling through some dark places, but I'm following the plow



I know I've fallen out of your good graces, but it's all right now.



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I've been waiting in the weeds -- waiting for the summer rain to fall



Upon the wild birds scattering the seeds



Answering the calling of the tide's eternal tune



The phases of the moon, the chambers of the heart, the egg and dart



A small, gray spider spinning in the dark



In spite of all the times the web is torn apart.



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And I've been waiting in the weeds --waiting for my time to come around again



Hope is floating on the breeze, carrying my soul high up above the ground



I've been keepin' to myself,



Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing you



And though you're with somebody else



align="center">He'll never love you like I do



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I'm not sure which I treasure more, the visuals of the ferris wheel and melting ice cream, or the allusions to the types of birds and animals and how they relate to types of people. When I get the the last lines "the egg and dart", "a small gray spider spinning in the dark".... I'm nearly beside myself, wishing that my writing could be so metaphorical, and so telling.

It's a beautiful song. Download it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dE1nqDrYcDg&feature=related

1 comment:

Serena Joy said...

I've always loved the Eagles.