Couldn't help it - had to submit my own interpretations, as in a few parts I had quite different ideas. Well, you did say "correct me", Guy! ;> Tracy (Muse) (sorry for the long email folx) FINISHED With a loud noise Everything breaks, Everything falls Rips open, leaves a hole Follow the black moon in Follow the flashing gates Alone at last.... Bury it inside, bury it Bury it inside, bury it... Come home... His wife died, saw her face Revealed, refused, Coming home Kept it outside, Laughed it goodbye He wants tears, he cries Turning it out blind Leaving home Goodbye He ? Cannot say goodbye Finished Hope this dog dont spin me around again Your face in paragraphs, Caught in a game of hope A year, found another year A year, found another year when we sit at a table There's fire between the guests When your hands dont touch There's sand in your place And fire under your nail Nobody knew, so nobody cared Nobody knows... REEL I dont want this I wanted you to reel Inside this dream There's something left of our world I hold it Know what danger is? Come in dangerous... Make these people go away Their coats are on my bed And they're hanging hard, Talking about Jesus babies I lose it Know what danger is? Cos I'm in danger You live on one word, one word Whats the matter with you? You get excited to go I wanted this I wanted you to reel around the room The room is what is left of our world I love you Know what danger is Can be dangers eyes I'm so human My words Reel around it You can't love anything As much as when it's dying in your head You're always dead in mine I'm ? round the room You keep your word you tear it Tell it SNAILHEAD Is it enough to grow old? Is there enough to go around? To have a box in my snailhead? I dont know... Is there enough to grow old? Is it enough to have a box? In my snailhead I dont know What are you do? (rpt) And a diamond growing old Under the ocean that's as black As where you came from, black as rocks As the box inside your head What did they do, where is the ocean so black? Don't say the circle's broken And the diamond smoke What did they do, where can they run, What did they break the fucking spiral was a circle We are gone what did they do? What will we do? What can I do? What have you done? Spot on the sun Where have you gone? What have I done? Diamonds, rocks as black as box and smoke The spiral was a circle And I was broken box inside the ocean What did they do? What will we do? What can I do? WHAT HAVE I DONE?? CRY BABY CRY I wanna cry On a roof I - the third time You will lose He moved me And the chains changed I take a nervous face Month after month after more Mouth after mouth after her I said a nightmare Complete with barking dogs and coke machines Keep feeling like a baby chicken Keep touching life's basement "I'm obvioulsy confused," I said, "I'm more more worried for you than for me" I yell Cry baby cry Cry fight it I'm not ever getting out I'm always getting sicker You're the person that took me I found last September in a notebook It was too much for the book to hold That's how come I wore raincoats I said first a suicide without a note And now a note without a suicide First a look without a note And now a note without a suicide She said "maybe death is my answer, But love is the answer of life" He moved me and the chains changed I take a nervous face Month after month after more Mouth after mouth after her I said a nightmare Complete with barking dogs and coke machines Keep feeling like a baby chicken Keep touching life's basement Cry baby cry cry I fight it Im not ever getting out I'm always getting sicker, sicker I found last September in a notebook It was too much for the book to hold I lean on some She said "first a suicide without a note And now a note without a suicide." I said "maybe death is my answer, But love is the answer of life." An interesting PS - Kristin seems obsessed with the idea of weather protection in relation to distress and suicide; the reference to waering raincoats in "Cry baby Cry" reminds me of the line "I need an umbrella/If I'm gonna slit my wrists" in "Mania".... %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% [email protected] %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% % % % "And if there's one thing I can't stand, it's up..." % % % %%% my writers page! http://minyos.its.rmit.edu.au/~t9550201 %%%