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i have mixed feelings on this song.

August 11, 2008

If you’re down and confused, and you don’t remember who you’re talkin’ to.
Concentration slips away, ‘cause your baby is so far away.

Well there’s a rose in the fisted glove
and the eagle flies with the dove,
and if you can’t be with the one you love, honey, love the one you’re with,

Don’t be angry, don’t be sad, and don’t sit cryin’ over good times you’ve had.
There’s a girl right next to you, and she’s just waitin’ for something to do.

And there’s a rose in the fisted glove
and the eagle flies with the dove,
and if you can’t be with the one you love, honey, love the one you’re with,

Turn your heartache right into joy, she’s a girl, and you’re a boy.
Well get it together, make it real nice,
You ain’t gonna need anymore advice.

And there’s a rose in the fisted glove
and the eagle flies with the dove,
and if you can’t be with the one you love, honey, love the one you’re with

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2 comments

  1. Yeah, this song always kind of bugged me. I’d say more, but there’s this girl right next to me…


  2. Again, more lyrics! Seriously, if you’re going to look for the words of others to express how you’re feeling, skip the pop acts and turn to the poets, Amber. They’re so much better at it. For instance, when I had my heart ripped out last year, I found the words of Neruda were just what I needed to make me feel worse. Just like I wanted.

    —–

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

    Write, for example, `The night is starry
    and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’

    The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
    I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

    Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
    I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

    She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
    How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
    To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

    To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
    And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

    What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
    The night is starry and she is not with me.

    This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
    My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

    My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
    My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

    The same night, whitening the same trees.
    We, of that time, are no longer the same.

    I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
    My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

    Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
    Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

    I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
    Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

    Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
    my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

    Though this be the last pain she makes me suffer
    and these the last verses that I write for her.

    Pablo Neruda



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