Tag Archives: memories

I Don’t Want to Know

I don’t know if you ever betrayed my trust
I don’t know if I ever want to know There’s comfort in the unknown
There’s solitude in what I want to believe
I don’t want to know

I don’t want to know how I wanted to believe
How I wanted to believe that I wasn’t a fool
I don’t want to be a fool that trusted you
I don’t want to be the fool that lost you
I don’t want to be a fool
I don’t want to remember how much I needed to let you go
I don’t want to know

I saw you after and you looked so happy
That smile you wore was never for me
How could I even ask you to try again?
Ask you to lose that wonderful smile
I was glad you were so happy
I wanted you to be happy
I just wanted you to be happy with me
I wanted to be able to let you go
I didn’t want to know
I don’t want to know

You emptied my heart of desire for anyone but you
You showed me the truth of faith and the beauty in simplicity
I abandoned you for uncertainty and suspicion
I ran away
I didn’t know
I didn’t understand
I let go of your hand
But never let you know I still held it through the night
Until the breaking light of dawn
The light that will always be a reminder of what
I don’t want to know

I still loved you
I will always still love you

I didn’t want you to know
I don’t want you to know
I don’t want to know


Please check out my other blog, The Vinyl Jungle, dedicated to the love of vinyl records and record collecting.

https://thevinyljungle.com


Copyright © 2019 Mr. Flying Pig

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Beauty and Sin

Deep inside I’m closing the door
Never to be opened again in the daylight
What was the meaning?
What was it all for?
Forever remembering trading day for night

You stole my heart and soul
Leaving me in a eternal see saw fantasy
Between trust and betrayal
Was it always all wrong?
Ice cold empty promises that you gave to me

I want to hate you
You don’t know how much I’ve tried
I need to still love you
You don’t know how much I’ve lied

Distantly holding open the door
Darkness hiding the illumination from within
Obscuring the the gouge you cut
Deep into my heart
Cradled by what lies between beauty and sin


Please visit my other blog dedicated to the love of vinyl records:

https://thevinyljungle.com/

We Never Said Goodbye

I’ll keep it in my pocket for the rest of my life
You can’t see it in the daylight
But at night it cuts me like a knife

You did this to me
You helped make me who I am
Yes, you did this to me
Because you never asked me why
And we never said goodbye
No, we never said goodbye

The goal was a simple when darkness touched light
Cut through the fog with a dull knife
Take all the time to do it right

You did this to me
You helped make me who I am
Yes, you did this to me
Because you never asked me why
And we never said goodbye
No, we never said goodbye

Why did you never ask me why?
Because you already knew the answer

You did this to me
You helped make me who I am
Yes, you did this to me
Because you never asked me why
And we never said goodbye
No, we never said goodbye

Goodbye


Please check out my other blog, The Vinyl Jungle, dedicated to the love of vinyl records and record collecting.

https://thevinyljungle.com


Copyright © 2018 Mr. Flying Pig

Questions 4 and 6

Were you ready to leave or did I throw us away?
If I’d asked you about it would I have believed you anyway?
Questions I ponder every day

Does that little diamond still sparkle in your eyes?
If I asked you today, would you tell the truth or feed me lies?
Questions I try to analyze.

Do you know what you meant to me?
Do you realize what you helped me see?
Is what you meant to me ever what I meant to you?
Did I throw away a heart that was true?

Did you know I gave up all of my soul and my heart?
Did you know it’s what I felt inside right from the very start?
Questions that tear my soul apart.

I have been writing…

I haven’t been posting here a lot, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. Actually, I’ve been writing nearly every day; it has just been on my other blog.

I thought about a subject that I would want to write about and, well, it didn’t take any time at all to come up with one. I have a rather large vinyl album collection. You know, the way we used to listen to music before CDs and digital streaming. The music format that has made an unexpected but welcome comeback in recent years. On my other blog, The Vinyl Jungle, I listen to a record and write my thoughts about it. I try to avoid writing a review of the album (although elements of one sometimes sneak in there) but rather, focus on a memory the music sparks, some trivia about the band or the making of the album, or anything else that pops in my head that is relevant. Most of the time it is something from the golden age of vinyl; the ’60s, ’70s, and early ’80s. Every now and then though, I do sneak something new in there too, like recent releases by Arcade Fire, The National, Florence and the Machine, and Steven Wilson.

If you are a music lover, I hope you will check it out. Feel free to leave a comment suggesting an album you like, and think I should include.

I hope you stop by.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot, the web address to my other blog is https://thevinyljungle.com/

Demon Taunts

We all have demons that haunt us
An abuse
A mistake
A ripple effect
A risk you didn’t take
My demons are ones I can’t trust

Hiding in the darkest of shadows
In your eyes
Be unseen
A passive retreat
Hide what should not be seen
Love that still walks in the meadows

And then I questioned
The decision that I’d made
Though I knew the answer
Rode on the edge of a blade

The decision that I made
Rode on the edge of the blade

So I shrugged it off like it was a joke
And hid from it all behind blue smoke
And then I awoke
But It was too late
The loss was my fate
I let it slip away so easily
As if I meant nothing to me

We all have memories that taunt us
Cold chasm
In my heart
No looking back
Avoidance plays a part
For misguided precepts of trust

The Smile

It’s what I keep inside
The smile that peeks through to the outside
As the daydream invades
The past and future the present evades

Not who I really am
Hiding in the rulebook from a God and lamb
Not what I really feel
Taught to never beg and leaned to never steal

The ballad of lament
Security in an elastic balloon
The debt of unpaid rent
Foolish pride is what always gives up too soon

The smile from what is gone
Not knowing if I was pauper, king or pawn
The daydream in the night
Looking past the smile promoting fight from flight

The smile’s foolish lament
Behind a smokescreen of confidence and pride
The smile that was once mine
The smile that melts a heart frozen, lost in time


Copyright © 2017 Mr. Flying Pig