Right now, Nerissa and Katryna Nields are my singer-songwriter muses (Well, when Josh Ritter, Jackson C. Frank, and Don and Karen Peris of Innocence Mission aren't). And this song puts into words so much of what I want to say. It's rather high-school-girlish, and it's meant to be, but I feel that way lots of the time anyway, so it's alright.
Glow-in-the-Dark Plastic Angel
You came by, in the hat your mother knit you
In the clothes that do not fit you anymore
You sat down in a corner of my bedroom
I hung the Closed for Good sign on my door
I said, "Nothing works today; everything is broken
Everything is choking on ambivalence."
You put a plastic angel on my desk and said
"I cannot fix this, but this may help to move you
toward deliverance."
Glow-in-the-dark plastic angel
It's the first day of spring
Nothing's making sense any more
Seventy-five miles an hour,
Let freedom ring
I finally get what my wings are for
You came by when everything was broken
Bringing me this token of your love
You laughed and said, "It's only superstition
But I'm making it my mission to relieve you of
this tired broken world
There's just no way to fight it
Sit down and be quiet, I won't go
Here's an angel for your desk
It's only a reminder
But I'm leaving her behind me
So you will always know I care."
I don't have any glow-in-the-dark plastic angels to give, but I'm here. And thanks again for all the times you've been there for me.
Glow-in-the-Dark Plastic Angel
You came by, in the hat your mother knit you
In the clothes that do not fit you anymore
You sat down in a corner of my bedroom
I hung the Closed for Good sign on my door
I said, "Nothing works today; everything is broken
Everything is choking on ambivalence."
You put a plastic angel on my desk and said
"I cannot fix this, but this may help to move you
toward deliverance."
Glow-in-the-dark plastic angel
It's the first day of spring
Nothing's making sense any more
Seventy-five miles an hour,
Let freedom ring
I finally get what my wings are for
You came by when everything was broken
Bringing me this token of your love
You laughed and said, "It's only superstition
But I'm making it my mission to relieve you of
this tired broken world
There's just no way to fight it
Sit down and be quiet, I won't go
Here's an angel for your desk
It's only a reminder
But I'm leaving her behind me
So you will always know I care."
I don't have any glow-in-the-dark plastic angels to give, but I'm here. And thanks again for all the times you've been there for me.
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Date: 2004-08-21 04:58 am (UTC)haven't heard from you in a while, what's up?
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Date: 2004-08-23 02:20 pm (UTC)thanks sweetie!
Date: 2004-08-21 08:43 pm (UTC)