Time & Lyrics For Berlin

Time doesn't make you older it's what happens in between that does.

This is what I have been thinking about. Last weekend my Uncle died. That makes now two dead. Where my family comes from they have a saying. People always die in threes. They really believe it too. Maybe I do.

I heard about my Gram today. She has gotten even worse, if that was possible. She is now below 80 pounds. My Mom talked about work a lot, the deaths in the family and Gram. She told me once again how close she is to a nervous breakdown. I had to end the conversation. I just couldn't take anymore. She begged me not to go so she could talk but I just couldn't. Having to walk around here pretending that everything is fine doesn't help much either. They think that my Gram will die soon. Of course they have been saying that but it seems she has gotten worse and the whole three thing is possible. Some times life is hard.

I wanted to write some poetry but I didn't finish it. I have to wake up tomorrow at 7 am. Today was the first day that I got some real sleep. I slept for 12 hours. I want to see all of my friends from Berlin and collect hugs from them. I will see them within 3 weeks. That makes me happy. Oh well.. I want to put up what I wrote anyway and say this is for my friends in Berlin.

Os, Cat, Lev, Kai this is for you who fed me when I was poor, cheered me up when I was down, and always were good friends to me no matter what which can never be put into words any other way.

I know how much toothpaste
comes in a tube
I know how long a razor blade
can be used
And I know these things
They don't
Mean that much to you
But it's so hard
To stay human
When you got
Nothing to lose...


So I say
So much for so far away
So much for so far away


With the luck of the Irish
On my side
And that stupid jingoist
American Pride....

I don't have anything after that. However I want to keep going. Something about Leaving her (Berlin) and how I will be back one day. The second part is ironic by the way. I am not Irish and they aren't even lucky people at all and I am not a jingoistic American full of pride. The first part can be taken word-for-word if you want it to be. I'm bringing my guitar with me and will play that song for you. It's your song anyway. It might not be very good but it's for all of you.

Take care every one and don't forget to check out The Seven for this week if you're so inclined.
-Bartmoss