11.11pm, 28.01.07

I think I can say with a measure of confidence that ‘Streets of Philadelphia’ is by far my favourite song. And that too despite the fact that I never really took a liking to the film. There’s something about the lyrics—a strange reconciliation with the forces bringing you down. A pact with the inevitable: do what you have to do and be done with it. That this is it. The point where I cease struggling. I have seen Man, and my disappointments out weigh everything by so much that I stand at the point of No Return. And I come as I am. No pretences. THIS is me.

I was bruised and battered; I couldn’t tell what I felt,
I was, unrecognizable to myself,
Saw my reflection in the window and didn’t know my own face.
O brother, going to leave me wasting away
In the Streets of Philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone,
I heard, voices of friends vanished and gone,
At night I hear the blood in my veins,
It is black and whispery as the rain
In the streets of Philadelphia.

Ain’t no angel gonna greet me,
It’s just you and I my friend,
And my clothes don’t fit me no more,
A thousand miles just to slip this skin.
Night has fallen and I’m lying awake,
I can feel myself fading away,
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss,
So we leave each other long like this
In the streets of Philadelphia.

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Amal said…
i dont know why it wont let me leave you comments. last try..
4:17 PM
Amal said…
oh damn it worked. probably because this is some one else's computer..perhaps mine is a tad bit fudged up.

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lets make friendships on msn. dont know if u saw the baftas but sienna miller's dress..so beautiful but so unflattering on her..had to share. love love x
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