Layla - Eric Clapton (Unplugged)









i was just running from this fee carelessly 
sirens sound arrest me arrest me!
aimlessly free

i was a good girl painted with the wrong brush
i was just guilty of feeling a rosy red blush 
they told me to stop loving 
hush hush 
i was a good girl painted with the wrong brush
call me little falling fragile his memory tactile 
sweet funny juvenile it hurt for a while
now i'm kicking it in style 
sipping on content tonic melodramatic no logic 
sounds of symphonic 

smiles animate 
king abdicate 
liers fabricate 
clock rotate 
the hand of fate 
i think he was my soulmate 
it happened for heavens sake 

i was a good girl painted with the wrong brush

daggered tears 
restless creeping fears heavy beating hearts 
throwing darts 
torn apart 
im not a bleeding tart 
im an artist creating art 

it was a mess from the start 
kissing recklessness 
typing restlessness 
and a whole lot of mutual hopelessness 
i was a good girl painted with the wrong brush 

hush hush 
little baby dont you cry. 
lifes full of highs and emptied of lows 
i suppose its juxtaposed 

i am a big girl now 
on my own 
just me on my lonesome 
looking for mr right mr handsome so i can feel that wholesome 
charlotte frida rose



Big kids in a big play ground, a catch me if you can, a frivolous chase. The frightening bounds of growing old, the burning desires of the city, the sadness upon its peril..
washed away
 impetuous passion 
devoted, lost in disarray
I loved you even though I did not say RIGHT UP until that day the rain fell and you left me out in the cold. I tried to hide my scars. Mislead and humiliated. You made me feel guilty for past affairs, you sent me on a spiral of despair. you were careless with my heart, you are just a vortex of carelessness like the stains on yours sheets 


 A blank canvas 
Painted with regrets … 

i loved in secret unable to confess such deepness
perfect circle,
afraid to admit my weakness 
sleepless nights 
replaying each sequence 
oh bitter sweetness
heart torn to pieces 
cat got my tongue speechless
jealous restless defenceless
on my knees begging please 
wishing he could be completely mine
hoping for time 
i didn't meet the deadline
looking for a sign
They're all laughing at my decline
undermine
unable to drop a line
i am not competing 
she runs ahead to the finish line
now his riding the pipeline with her with her 
it hurts it hurts 
haunted dreams of him
of her she came in yelling tears falling 
couldn't he see my heart was on fire 
was he just a user and a liar 
oh bitter sweetness 
stolen desire, vilify fortify 
hurt turn the volume up 
amplifier 
why was i left having to justify
afraid to admit my weakness
sleepless nights replaying each sequence so blue i found jesus 
afraid to admit my weakness 
sleepless nights replaying each sequence 
so blue i found jesus 




quiet room 
shady gloom 
a vine of flowers caresses the window pane. Pain?
self portraits inside a frame
bars I feel insane
my mother slumped clutching a blanket upon my wall.
waiting just waiting for someone to call
I have no clock! no tick no tock
instead time I feel beats and creeps 
the shock alarm that doesn't exist beeps 
lost in a clutter of colourful memories 
bits and pieces 
I believe in fairies 
disarrayed across the room
scattered thoughts approach with a boom
enclosed faded dreams
charcoal memories so it seems 
those men cruel and grotesque 
sometimes a little funny warm like something sunny 
feelings manifest 
empty bottles of wine
half smoked regrets 
when I am restless at noon
I pray things get easier soon
dancing prancing drowning frowning 
a bunch of CDS 
spinning losing winning grinning 
number seven 
I am floating in heaven 
eleven twenty four 
no more its one big blur
words of repetition 
non fiction fiction
imaginary arbitrary
scream! 
what does it all mean ! 
after a fall they say time heals all 
I need a break I made a mistake off to the mall  
more clutter I stutter why do we suffer?   



 




Layla - Eric Clapton (Unplugged)

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