Sep. 12th, 2002

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Alchemy

You can be as pure and cold as water
Intoxicating as the driest red wine
You’re not the image of a dream girl, not how I thought her-
But I intend to make you mine.
You can give me cold shoulder,
You can tell me that I’m dreamin’.
You can ask me to act my age, or a little older,
Or ask me what do I believe in?

I believe in Alchemy
I believe I’ll bring you in from the cold
I believe you’ll start to warm up to me
When I show you how I can turn lead into gold.

You distract me when I’m working
I end up beating plowshares into swords
And you inspire me with a purpose
I turn sour notes into triumphant chords.
You let me transcend my limitations
Make the ephemeral concrete and-
You make me think about creation,
You make me ask myself: What d I believe in?

What do I believe in?

(charged with energy) I believe in Alchemy
I believe I’ll bring you in from the cold
I believe you’ll start to warm up to me
When I show you how I can turn lead into gold.

(slowly, quietly) I believe in Alchemy
I believe I’ll bring you in from the cold
I believe you’ll start to warm up to me
When I show you how I can turn lead into gold.
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I actually _started_ writing this on LJ. My 'Keyboard Confessionals' post, as i recall. This is the end result.


What the Morning Brings

The sun has risen, and I feel a little better, a little paler, a little colder
and as the day goes on I'm sure I'll feel or I'll wish I was older
because it's very seldom that answers follow in the wake of light
just sixteen more hours of waiting before we're plunged back into night
and I know I wish I hope I could find a way to stop asking myself these things
but until I can I'll have to settle for seeing what the morning brings.

And I could never sleep knowing you are near
I could never sublimate an irrational fear
I could never stop asking myself
Why I have to care
And I could never get an answer
It’s more than I could bear-

The sun has risen and I’ve never come closer to knowing something like what the truth might be,
And as the day goes on I’ll feel a little less sure of you and me,
Because it’s very seldom that you make me doubt my expectations
Just sixteen hours of backsliding we’re back to our old relations
And I know I dream I scream aloud for closure of a much more healthy type,
But before I know if I can get it, I will have to wait for tonight.

And I could never sleep knowing you are near
I could never sublimate an irrational fear
I could never stop asking myself
Why I have to care
And I could never get an answer
It’s more than I could bear-

And I could never sleep knowing you are near
I could never sublimate an irrational fear
I could never stop asking myself
Why I have to care
And I could never get an answer
It’s more than I could bear-

The sun has risen, and I feel a little better, a little paler, a little colder
and I know I wish I hope I could find a way to stop asking myself these things
but until I can I'll have to settle for seeing what the morning brings.

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