Thursday, December 01, 2005

I Can't Forget

I stumbled out of bed.
I got ready for the struggle.
I smoked a cigarette,
and I tightened up my gut.
I said, This can't be me,
must be my double.
And I can't forget
I can't forget
I can't forget
but I don't remember what.

I'm burning up the road.
I'm heading down to Phoenix.
I got this old address
of someone that I knew.
It was high and fine and free;
ah, you should have seen us!
And I can't forget
I can't forget
I can't forget
but I don't remember who.

I'll be there today
with a big bouquet
of cactus;
I got this rig that runs on memory
And I promise,
cross my heart,
they'll never catch us,
but if they do
just say it was me.

I loved you all my life,
and that's how I want to end it.
The summer's almost gone.
The winter's turning up.
Yeah, the summer's gone
but a lot goes on forever.
And I can't forget
I can't forget
I can't forget
but I can't remember what.

Leonard Cohen

1 Comments:

Blogger K-Oh said...

Living everyday life, sometimes you forget the feeling of being alive. You feel you miss something but cannot pinpoint it.

I have picture like memory. I remember things in detail. They're so vivid, and I sometimes feel raw pain because of things that I couldn't keep. I try to lock the momory in the drawer and not to open it. If it opens by accident, I see memories lying there still fresh.

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