Today You Can Make A Better Tomorrow

Too High We Die

 

Philip S. Hoffman

Philip Seymour Hoffman got high. Portraying Icarus, he fell from the sky. Another artist junky had to die. But Why, But Why, But Why?

chorus Another junky died today. A needle in his arm, life gone away. He flew too close to the sun. Like Icarus, he was undone. Heart broken, heart broken, heart broken.

He went down in flames, Heroin couldn’t ease his pain. He flew with the angels on high. Too high, Too high, Too high!

We all have our aches and pains, We hope to forget but we remember again. Some drown their troubles in alcohol. How far we fall, we fall, we fall.

Too easy to slip a needle in, Hide behind white heroin. Narcotic night embraces me again Numb my pain, my pain, my pain.

But I want to live, I want to see it all end. Surviving, after all, Is the best revenge.    Revenge, revenge, revenge.

February 10, 2014 John Rosengarten Copyright 2014

Words

Barry Gibb/Maurice Gibb/Robin Gibb

Smile an everlasting smile, a smile can bring you near to me. Don’t ever let me find you down, cause that would bring a tear to me. This world has lost its glory, let’s start a brand new story now, my love. Right now, there’ll be no other time and I can show you how, my love.

Talk in everlasting words, and dedicate them all to me. And I will give you all my life, I’m here if you should call to me. You think that I don’t even mean a single word I say. It’s only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away.

Angels And Devils The Following Day by Dory Previn

Loved I two men equally well Though they were different as heaven and hell One was an artist One drove a truck One would make love The other would fuck

Each treated me the way he knew best One held me lightly One bruised my breast And I responded on two different levels Like children reacting to angels And devils

One was a poet who sang and read verse One was a peasant who drank and who cursed Before you decide who’s cruel and who’s kind Let me explain what I felt in my heart and my mind

The artist was tender but suffered from guilt Making him sorry the following day And he made me feel guilty the very same way In his bed on the following day

The other would take me and feel no remorse He’d wake with a smile in the bed where we lay And he made me smile in the very same way In his bed the following day

The blow to my soul by fear and taboos Cut deeper far than a bodily bruise And the one who was gentle hurt me much more Than the one who was rough and made love on the floor