Killing Myself

As the French surrealist poet Paul Valéry once put so perfectly:

"A poem is never finished; it is only abandoned."

Witness an abandoned song I recorded in one take on 20 February 2008:

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I originally thought of this as a sort of sequel to "Forever's Haunting Me" (you may click here to view and hear that song).  So although I wrote the two pieces in different keys ("Killing Myself" in A-minor and "Forever's Haunting Me" in C-minor), there are some stylistic similarities.

Here are my lyrics, if anyone is interested:

I'm killing myself slowly
Watching time dragging past
If I was killing myself only
I'd do it fast.

But isn't love what it is?
Whether it's mine, yours, hers or his
We've got no business tearing it down
No business tearing it down.

Ripples in an ocean stir the atmosphere above
Sunset on devotion knocks the wind from the sails of love
Who am I to falter, 
A god among mere men?
Still I'm lying on your altar,
Sacrificed for what you call vice again.

But isn't love what it is?
Whether mine, yours, hers or his
We've got no business tearing it down
But if love ain't what it is
Then why the hell are we in this?
We've got no business sticking around
When there's no love in town
And we're stuck in the ground
Just floundering 'round.
But if love can be found
Anywhere in this town
We've no business tearing it down.

I'm killing myself slowly
Watching time dragging past
If I was killing myself only
I'd do it fast.

 
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