James Blunt - In A Little While

'In A Little While'

Performed by James Blunt

(U2 cover)

In a little while
Surely you'll be mine
In a little while I'll be there

In a little while
This hurt will hurt no more
I'll be home, love

When the night takes a deep breath
And the daylight has no end
If I crawl, if I come crawling home
Will you be there

In a little while
I won't be blown by every breeze
Friday night running
To Sunday on my knees

That girl, that girl
She's mine
And I've know her since

Since she was a little girl
With Spanish eyes
Oh, when I saw her
In a pram they pushed her by

My, how you've grown
Well it's been
It's been a little while

Slow down my beating heart
A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocketship into the sky
He lives on star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail
The scatter of light

Turn it on
Turn it on
You turn me on

Slow down my beating heart
Slowly, slowly love
Slow down my beating heart
Slowly, slowly love
Slow down my beating heart
Slowly, slowly love

A Blank Stare At No Repair

A Body; Is what I am!

Captured mine.

I stare,

not far from where I lie.

I stare.

Why?

Not moving; yet I am?

Oh, it is I, not Me.

Blank

Am I void of Life?

Listless, I am so little, so small.

I stare.

Why?

Suffocating that night,

oh yea, that's right.

Why?

I stare.

Never thought upon 'til late.

Horror counters my mind,

screaming now: Yet, I hear nothing!!

I stare.

My understanding is,

I don't understand.

Period

Leave it.....I stare

Why?

Cruelty repeated.

A plastic bag that was snapped just behind my head: DREAD.

I'm dead.

A Best Friend said, 

"Didn't know."

Since then, the Nightmares, Day-mares,

my eyes open or my eyes shut,

I am haunted by his disrespect to my truth.

No repent;

He just said,

"Oh, guess it's REAL though."

Why declare, 

"I want to help!"

When torture is what you get?

Sadism rules "He."

Curiosity to see if said Stories & Tales

of my Life were indeed actuality.

Further strife when I was ignited in fright.

Nasty reply to such trust

what to say?

Why?

A purposeful attack of the moral-less being,

is a conscience War for the betterment of that Sadistic thing.

Why?

Deniability on an untrained mind is an open venue

to the destruction of another kind.

Repetitious in it's nature,

demanding sanity as a "Rule of Thumb:"

Is a way to be sure that the inmates will most certainly come.

Arriving in droves,

as they always do.

Supporting one another with a weird type due.

Which represents more lies to all of you?

Looker on'ers or independent loners who....!

What do you call yourselves?

Ones that live off others pain and/or agony...

Poisoning with mindful thought,

stolen prescriptions every night.

Should one actually say?

When put into such a way,

that you scream in literal voice all of the way.

"Help me, I am making a choice!"

Uttering such words of claim,

this is not recommended.

RUN__________________________________________!!!!

I asked?

"Do you hold purposeful tabs or memory banks on my accounts?

"no"

But, it was the lack of reply,

the ease of silent rivalry.

This spoke with such clear and concise consistency.

It was the,

"I didn't knows"

the

"I don't remembers"

The enjoyment of him listening to my questioning,

this is how he did me in.

It was the answers with truth

that I heard which made this uncouth.

Spoken softly, I could barely hear him say,

"Yes! And I am an addict of you; I am!"

James Blunt - Sugar Coated {Original Song}

Sugar-Coated Lyrics

Performed by James Blunt

I'm on a bus. I'm in a rush.

I would catch a cab, but I'm not that fussed.

Another day. Another dime.

I know some might say, that I'm wasting time.

And then at night, another fight,

And I don't know what it means but I'd never cause a scene.

I'm gonna make today sugar-coated.

I'm gonna get so high I'm lying here on the floor.

It's time these shoes of mine were fully loaded.

It's time to sit back and smile.

I've had a smoke and it's been a while.

It's been a while.

Hello dawn. It's good to be.

Did I pay for the girl lying next to me?

I had a love, but little luck.

I don't bleed any more 'cause my heart's been crushed.

And now I'm free - lucky me.

Yeah my girlfriend was a bore, she don't love me anymore.

I'm gonna make today sugar-coated.

I'm gonna get so high I'm lying here on the floor.

It's time these shoes of mine were fully loaded.

It's time to sit back and smile.

I've had a smoke and it's been a while.

It's been a while.

A little hush. A little rush.

I guess now we'll see, if I'm big enough.

Finally it's only me.

Things will never be the same. There's no living life again.

I'm gonna make today sugar-coated.

I'm gonna get so high I'm lying here on the floor.

It's time these shoes of mine were fully loaded.

It's time to sit back and smile.

I've had a smoke and it's been a while.

It's been a while.

Illumination

Curling into a ball of what I had hoped would not be seen,

these Red Beings appeared.

As the men had already encircled me,

my height of fright lept out of sight

as the anticipation of the unseen rose.

Chanting, is what would be assumed.

But, Men spoke words of Wise.

Enraged were the Ones they called,

for, I was "Three Feet Tall." Not She.

Begging, Pleading, lost in Dine:

I spoke no language known.

For tears and shaking and screaming howls,

are Universally known!

I look back upon that day,

and miss these days of quake.

Should it be so, then we will be close again,

for I seem so broke.

In spirit of Mind, "I know."

I need for them to be for Me.

"Loki ! Please don't choke !!"

I speak, "I miss the comfort of..."

The not yelling, not hitting, not lying

this had No Rule.

It was not known,

for Innocence seemed new.

Lovingly, they turned from me

held their links with strength.

Separated out the sickening beings,

and welded the rest with stealth.

Onward, Forward was the War;

A "Battle Cry" not known.

Invasion of such depths of Souls

vanquished all, but Men!

Repeated for the sake of sight.

Go gingerly; There are screams down there.

To sneak into or upon such Lairs,

makes Dens look especially cool.

Old, Archaic it seems.

Ancient Souls?

Planets of Gold?

Platinum a Degree?

It is the heat upon such "Rocks"

that lends what misses me.

To throw beyond your Earthly home

deliverance of knowledge square: Says;

 "No Oracle."

"No Sage."

 "No Genius exists."

 "Because you say, "Not fair?"."

Heard you clearly each time you held;

so hard, such bitter thoughts.

Redemption comes; It won't rebel!!

It even sits the fence.

It will not repent, Lucifer sent.

However, difference will rear itself.

No matter to your thought.

Practice on, this creature of,

and darkness you will spot.

Not Yesteryear or Yesterday or in Tomorrows terrible news.

KNOW!

This will simply be a mirrored reflection
of all that you have done.

And now I say,
 "Good Day, to each and every one of You."