Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Sick O Me

Sorry, but my existentialist self is in the ascendancy again today. I so wanted to post supporting the nationwide immigration marches, but couldn't attend the 400,000 strong Chicago one due to work I couldn't escape. My political self is sulking in the corner, so here's a lyric and I'll try to do better soon.


Sick O Me (I am If You Are Love)

© 2006 Jon Trott


Sick o me sick sick sick o me
I want this I want that I’ll have this gimme that
Sick sick sick sick o me oh me

Act so ignorant the questions you ask
Why would someone rape someone?
Why not? Is the real questioner’s task
When love does not exist as truth
When love does not does not…

Sick sick sickness unto death.

Act so belligerent in your moral play
But if He’s not there what can you say
Why not? Anything goes… night or day
When love does not exist to kiss
When love does not does not…

Read your Dostoevsky, Kierkegaard
Before you burn the whole churchyard
Why not? All things are permitted
When love does not exist to stop
When love does not exist…

Act so sure and right but what foundation
Do you stand on in this conflagration?
Why not? Anything goes… fading light
When love does not exist to cry
When love does not exist to question why?

Sick sick o me o me oh me fly up

Flying toward eternity, I am if You are Love
I am if You are Love
I am if You do not abandon me.
Jesus, you share my suffering and remain
My one true love when the rest goes down…

The drain.

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