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

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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