Black clad ghosts wave goodbye,
Giving a chance for their presence to sink in.
The tears you held back for the service,
Fall like rain down your cheeks,
But the room is full of a Super Sweet Silence.
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Super Sweet Silence,
Bitter and sweet;
There's a time for everything,
And a time when everyone,
Must drink a cup,
Of Super Sweet Silence.
There's a time to talk,
To laugh,
To cry,
Or sing.
And then a time to do nothing,
And it's called Super Sweet Silence.
Two young people holding hands,
On the porch on a late Summer day,
And smiles crack their young faces,
As they think about their dreams,
But the porch is full of a Super Sweet Silence.
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Someone stares at the moon;
Their eyes are like two great round orbs,
Their face is a blank sheet of paper.
Who knows what they're thinking?
But the night is full of a Super Sweet Silence.
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There's a void bright lights,
Made of changing colors man shall never see;
A place where nothing is solid or sure,
But everything is good,
And the void is full of a Super Sweet Silence.
REFRAIN
You wrote it because you had an idea for the song. It might not have come out exactly how you wanted, but it came out, and you liked it enough, or it was song-y enough, to post. The weirdness is part of the idea, or part of you, or part of the song that had to come out whether or not you envisioned the weirdness of it actually coming out, if you even knew that it had any weirdness. The song comes out the way it does because that's how it comes out. The reason you wrote it was because you had the idea, but how much of it did you really write, and how much of it was it using your hand to write itself?
ReplyDeleteHmm, speaking of weird things that write themselves...