Rope ends
Pain of salvationAnother day of emptiness
This life is wearing her down
The room around her is a mess
Her children safe with her mom
She is still young but feeling old
Two children with different fathers
She sits on the bathroom floor alone
The shower chain broke
Her neck hurts
Then another night of emptiness to wear her down
Naked to the world she wraps her sadness in a gown
Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with glassy eyes
Choosing carefully among her husband's business ties
"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties
Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes
"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties
[But life hold her hand, refusing to let go]
Beautifull life escaping her young blue eyes
[Leaving her breathing on the floor]
They're still asleep don't hear her cry
And she's still obsessed with rope ends
This time she picks a stronger tie
With Winnie the Pooh and friends
She is still young but feeling old
A child dying to be a mother
Now she hangs from the ceiling all alone
All pressure is falling from her
Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief
Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief
She has learnt all that there is to know about hopelessness
Seeing that no effort in this world can stand her test
"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties
[And Winnie is strong, would never let her fall]
Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes
[Prevents her from breathing till she's not there at all]
"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties
[But life holds her hands, refusing to let go]
Beautifull life escaping her young blue eyes
[Leaving her breathing on the floor]
[Johan Hallgren]
[Daniel Gildenlow]
Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief
Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief
She has learnt all that there is to know about helplessness
Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her stress
Helpless she lies in rope ends and undies
[The ceiling let go, the old house let her fall]
Unseeing eyes fixating Eeyore's smile
[Dropping her breathing to the hard cold floor]
"Over!" she cries as she's going unblind
[Hittinh her head - a broken china soul]
Still in this life, still in this troubled mind
[Red stains on porcelain and she's not there at all]
Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk ties
[Blackened and bruised, learning how to see]
Beautiful eyes Piglet stands shy behind
[Staring at her tooth - crimsoned ivory]
Broken she lies undead and unblind
[Hours they pass this broken china soul]
Beautiful life, beautiful crying young eyes
[Red stains on porcelain and she's not there at all...]
"...and years later I would find You hanging
alas the subte irony in shortering life with an extension lead
before I could get You down I died so many times...
thoughts about running to the kitchen for a knife to cut You down
but I learned that there is no way of leaving the room
when someone is hanging from the ceiling
Your body just won't allow You that rest
You stay
to watch her face slowly turn blue
finally to let You weight add to hers
doubling the burden
awaking her to the burden
that brough her there in the first place:
LIFE"
"The Sisters of Solitude...
They love and hurt, break and are broken, the sisters of solitude
They cannot shake the dust from the ground
Cannot rise from the ashes, the sisters of solitude
They reach out to embrace the world, good and evil, weak and strong
They will settle for nothing less, the sisters of solitude
They love that they be loved, give that they be given
Hurt that they get hurt, the sisters of solitude
Hence, one loses weight by the second
Throws up what she can instead of what she cannot
Hence, two have tried to hang themselves, too strong to shut life out
Yet too weak to live it
Hence, the little one dissapears, melts into the walls, stands back
Agrees, unsatisfied
They all carry the end of the world in their chests
Heirs of sadness and irony, of settling for less, of bitter consent
Of mothers and mothers of solitude
They all carry to break free, the sisters of solitude
I fear them all so...
I love them all so..."
Outro dia de vazio
Essa vida a está desgastando
O quarto que a cerca está uma bagunça
Seus filhos estão seguros com sua mãe
Ela ainda é jovem, mas se sente velha
Dois filhos com pais diferentes
Ela está sozinha sentada no chão do banheiro
A corrente do chuveiro quebrou
Seu pescoço dói
Então chega mais uma noite de vazio para a desgastar
Nua diante do mundo, ela envolve sua tristeza numa camisola
Seus filhos dormem profundamente,
ela queima o escuro com olhos vítreos
Escolhendo cuidadosamente uma das gravatas de seu marido
"Chega!" ela grita entre os extremos da corda e as gravatas de seda
Uma bela vida escapando de seus jovens olhos azuis
Mas a vida segura sua mão, não a deixando ir
Deixando-a respirando no chão
Eles ainda estão dormindo, não a ouvem chorar
E ela ainda está obcecada pelos extremos da corda
Dessa vez ela escolhe uma gravata mais forte
Com o Ursinho Puf e seus amigos
Ela ainda é jovem, mas se sente velha
Uma criança morrendo para ser uma mãe
Agora ela está sozinha pendurada no teto
Toda a pressão dela vindo abaixo
Ver a culpa ensinou-a a culpa,
ela cresceu em descrença
Apenas 20 belos anos,
mas com um gosto para a tristeza
Ela aprendeu tudo o que se pode saber
sobre o desespero
Vendo que nenhum esforço nesse mundo
sobrevive à sua prova
"Chega!" ela grita entre os extremos da corda e as gravatas de seda
Uma bela vida escapando de seus jovens olhos azuis
E o Ursinho Puf é forte, jamais a deixaria cair
Não a deixa respirar até que ela já não esteja mais lá
Mas a vida segura sua mão, não a deixando ir
Deixando-a respirando no chão
Ver a culpa a ensinou a culpa,
ela cresceu em descrença
Apenas 20 belos anos,
mas com um gosta para a tristeza
Ela aprendeu tudo o que se pode saber
sobre o desespero
Vendo que nenhuma preocupação nesse mundo
pode aliviar sua tensão
Desesperada ela fica entre os extremos da corda e suas roupas íntimas
Olhos cegos fitando o sorriso do Burrinho Bizonho
"Chega!" ela grita enquanto recupera a visão
Ainda com vida
Ainda com pensamentos confusos
O teto não agüentou, a casa velha a deixou cair
Largando sua respiração sobre o chão duro e frio
Batendo a cabeça - uma alma de porcelana partida
Manchas vermelhas na porcelana e ela já não está lá
Respirando, ela pede pelos extremos da corda e gravatas de seda
Belos olhos, Leitão fica tímido ao fundo
Quebrada, ela não está morta nem cega
Uma bela vida
Belos olhos jovens chorosos
Enegrecidos e machucados, aprendendo a ver
Vendo seu dente - marfim avermelhado
Horas, elas passam por essa alma de porcelana partida
Manchas vermelhas na porcelana
E ela nem está lá...