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wispfoxSong in my head, from WUMB:
ST MARY'S OF REGRET
From: Last of the Good Straight Girls (1995)
Copyright © Susan Werner
I'm wearing that dress
I've pulled on those gloves
I put on my veil
We once were in love
We once had it all
The entire sky
We threw it away
And I wonder why
[chorus]
Passion's always half impossibility
But lovers that we lose we never dare forget
We visit them in mourning in December and in May
In the graveyard of St Mary's of Regret
The end of the street
The wrought-iron gate
The cobblestone path
The names and the date
The anxious hello
The everyday laugh
The intimate tears
The epitaph
[chorus]
You're married by now
She's kind I suppose
Does she know what she has
Does she tell you she knows
Do you put on the suit
Do you try on the tie
Do you walk through that gate
Do you wonder why
[chorus, last line x2]
We never dare forget
Reminds me of:
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'
-John Greenleaf Whittier
'Tis true, though. That's how I try to live my life. The times I did not act upon things I wanted for more than a brief moment are the times that I wish I had acted differently. Hell, including brief moments of want, when they only involve myself. It's good to stop and look at the stars, or lie in the grass, or listen to the birds. *smiles* I have good impulses, for the most part. Strange sometimes, but good.
I cannot easily think of things that I intentionally did (fair number of things I did _not_ do intentionally, though... it's part of why I try to make so much of what I do _intentional_) that I wished I had not done.
ST MARY'S OF REGRET
From: Last of the Good Straight Girls (1995)
Copyright © Susan Werner
I'm wearing that dress
I've pulled on those gloves
I put on my veil
We once were in love
We once had it all
The entire sky
We threw it away
And I wonder why
[chorus]
Passion's always half impossibility
But lovers that we lose we never dare forget
We visit them in mourning in December and in May
In the graveyard of St Mary's of Regret
The end of the street
The wrought-iron gate
The cobblestone path
The names and the date
The anxious hello
The everyday laugh
The intimate tears
The epitaph
[chorus]
You're married by now
She's kind I suppose
Does she know what she has
Does she tell you she knows
Do you put on the suit
Do you try on the tie
Do you walk through that gate
Do you wonder why
[chorus, last line x2]
We never dare forget
Reminds me of:
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'
-John Greenleaf Whittier
'Tis true, though. That's how I try to live my life. The times I did not act upon things I wanted for more than a brief moment are the times that I wish I had acted differently. Hell, including brief moments of want, when they only involve myself. It's good to stop and look at the stars, or lie in the grass, or listen to the birds. *smiles* I have good impulses, for the most part. Strange sometimes, but good.
I cannot easily think of things that I intentionally did (fair number of things I did _not_ do intentionally, though... it's part of why I try to make so much of what I do _intentional_) that I wished I had not done.
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Date: 2004-05-24 09:45 pm (UTC)One of my ex-co-workers, the lovely lovely Bejob, (not her real name) once dragged me to a "ladies of folk" concert, starring Susan Werner, Toshi Reagon, and Lucy Kaplansky. They were actually very good, and one song by Susan nearly moved me to tears.
NO ONE NEEDS TO KNOW
From: I Can't Be New (2004)
Copyright © Susan Werner
No one needs to know, my love
How sweet our love can be
No one needs to know, my love
The sweet things you do to me
Sometimes the secretest of secrets
Are best kept to themselves
For they lose their power
When we tell someone else
So no one needs to know the way
Your glances cast a spell
No one needs to know how fast
How very hard I fell
And if you're still in love with someone
That you loved years ago
Well darling
No one needs to know
So no one needs to know the way
Your kiss feels on my cheek
And no one needs to know I know
Your words before you speak
And if you're still in love with someone
That you loved years ago
Well darling
No one needs to know
Ah, but at that time, I was in a very different place. Spiritually, Ecumenically, Grammatically... [/captjacksparrow]
Powerful song, though.
Re: intentional deeds, wished undone
Date: 2004-05-24 10:19 pm (UTC)