Alone (On Ice!)
By Michael Angelakos
There’s another part of you
That’s terrifying me
That’s a shattered-glass shot ringing
Out your tired wary dreams
In the name of all called holy
What’s holier than how
You bore those brutal beatings to me
Once you left the house?
Stop saying sorry
Stop saying sorry
If she’s tearing you apart
Then part of you must see
Her pasts collapsing in upon
His selves in pairs of threes
How could you see it come?
Rendered blind by needs to please
And then now barefoot on an ice rink
Where the ghosts of teammates scream:
Who cares what tomorrow brings
If the sea foam’s boiling over as do cauldrons leak?
Yeah, who cares what tomorrow thinks?
As the gale force winds brush fires cross the tops of wheat?
Well, I’ll tell you what fresh hell it brings!
It brings the silence of your childhood and too many apologies
I know exactly what tomorrow thinks!
It’s thinking get your shit together
Because I need you here as much as you need me
Now you needn’t ever worry
You needn’t ever cry
Because deep down in that valley
Is where I also thought I’d die
You will not be abandoned
You will not be denied
For you’ll have witnesses and alibis
Who’ll rinse those demons dry
Who cares what tomorrow brings
If the sea foam’s boiling over as do cauldrons leak?
Who cares what tomorrow thinks
As the gale force winds brush fires cross the tops of the crops of wheat?
Well, I’ll tell you what fresh hell it brings
It brings the silence of your childhood and too many apologies
I know exactly what tomorrow thinks!
It’s thinking get your shit together
Because I need you here as much as you need me
Stop saying your sorry
I used to say it all the time but then somehow it faintly died
The world that renders others’ false apologies
Betrays it’s own true nature -- or demonic needs
They are not yours nor can you change others
It’s not the way you heal
Expos them to safe spaces
Until they finally see what’s real
Who cares what tomorrow brings
If the sea foam’s boiling over as do cauldrons leak?
Who cares what tomorrow thinks
As the gale force winds brush fires cross the tops of the crops of wheat?
Well, I’ll tell you what fresh hell it brings
It brings the silence of your childhood and too many apologies
I know exactly what tomorrow thinks!
It’s thinking get your shit together
Because I need you here as much as you need me
Your piano work truly is the sonic embodiment of glittering sunlight on the sea. ✨ Thanks, as always, for sharing a piece of your world with us.
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