Nectarine

There's a story behind the title of this song but I still find it pathetic so :-P That's all I have to say about that.

Art is a way to express feelings that aren't helping me to get what I want in life. If I can't manifest my desire in reality then painting it lyrically can at least allow me to see where I've failed to make its achievement possible. If I wasn't proud of the way it turned out - as art - then I wouldn't post it here. Hopefully I'll have some recordings to post by mid-winter.

(Category: Weepy bullshit in A minor)

We are a road upon which
I'm not allowed to travel
A trail I may not hike
A mountain I just can't climb

Were we a dream I'd awaken
enjoy the lingering fascination
of something so innocent and sweet
but which I can't quite recall

without rejoining
the vividness of sleep

Are we a future memory
Some phantom though benign
A here and now that's yet to be
I won't close my mind

to that which
I am wont

and barring such
will endeavor to be a more
fully conscious man

until time or my fate
will open up to me
a promised land
bringing me my heaven on Earth

But I don't want you
I don't want you like I want the world
And I don't want you
I don't want you like any other girl

No I don't want you
I don't want you like I breathe the air
I don't want you, no
It's like I don't even care
I don't really care
I don't want to care...

Here in the meantime I will
Continue to live my life
Studying the scenic views of
That which I'm denied

the forbidden road
the taboo trail
the mountain which I just

don't have the means to climb
when it will be my time

But I don't want you
I don't want you like I want the world
And I don't want you
I don't want you like any other girl

No I don't want you
I don't want you like I breathe the air
I don't want you, no
It's like I don't even care
I don't really care
I don't want to care...