Three ways of looking at the same thing . . .
1. Whoever's calm and
sensible
There is a light seed grain inside.
You fill it with yourself, or it dies.
I'm caught in this curling energy. Your hair.
Whoever's calm and sensible is insane.
Rumi
2. It is Here
What sound was that?
I turn away, into the shaking room.
What was that sound that came in on the dark?
What is this maze of light it leaves us in?
What is this stance we take,
To turn away and then turn back?
What did we hear?
It was the breath we took when we first met.
Listen. It is here.
Harold Pinter
3. Martha
Operator number please
It´s been so many years
And she remembers my old voice
While I fight the tears
Hello, hello there is this Martha ?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don´t worry ´bout the cost.....
It´s been 40 years or more
Now Martha please recall
And meet me out for coffee
Were we´ll talk about it all
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you...
And all you had was me...
And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....
And I feel so much older now
And you´re much older too
Oh, how´s the husband and how´s the kids
You know that I got married too.....
Oh, lucky that you found someone
To make you feel secure
Oh we were all so young and foolish
Now we are mature.....
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you...
And all you had was me...
And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....
And I was always so impulsive
I guess that I still am...
But all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man...
I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be
Oh, but Martha, oh Martha I love you...
Can´t you see.....?
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you...
And all you had was me...
And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....
And I remember quiet evenings
Trembling close to you.....
It´s been so many years
And she remembers my old voice
While I fight the tears
Hello, hello there is this Martha ?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don´t worry ´bout the cost.....
It´s been 40 years or more
Now Martha please recall
And meet me out for coffee
Were we´ll talk about it all
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you...
And all you had was me...
And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....
And I feel so much older now
And you´re much older too
Oh, how´s the husband and how´s the kids
You know that I got married too.....
Oh, lucky that you found someone
To make you feel secure
Oh we were all so young and foolish
Now we are mature.....
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you...
And all you had was me...
And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....
And I was always so impulsive
I guess that I still am...
But all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man...
I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be
Oh, but Martha, oh Martha I love you...
Can´t you see.....?
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you...
And all you had was me...
And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....
And I remember quiet evenings
Trembling close to you.....
Tom Waits
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