"Creep"

Forward yesterday
Makes me wanna stay
What they said was real
Makes me wanna steal
Livin' under house
Guess I'm livin', I'm a mouse
All's I gots is time
Got no meaning, just a rhyme

Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal

I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
Well, I'm half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be

Feelin' uninspired
Think I'll start a fire
Everybody run
Bobby's got a gun
Think you're kinda neat
Then she tells me I'm a creep
Friends don't mean a thing
Guess I'll leave it up to me

Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
Guess I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal

I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be

Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
Guess I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal

I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be,
Half the man I used to be

Emily Dickinson:

" I felt a funeral
in my brain

I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.

And then a plank in reason broke,
And I dropped down and down
And hit a world at every plunge,
And finished knowing, then. "


"Emily Dickinson:
Ich fühlt' Begräbnis
im Gehirn

Ich fühlt' Begräbnis im Gehirn
Und Trauergäste - her
Und hin - die trampelten und trampelten
In meinem Kopfe schwer.

Und als sie endlich saßen,
Die Andacht, trommelgleich,
sie hört nicht auf zu schlagen, schlagen,
Und schlug das Hirn mir weich.

Ich hört' sie heben meinen Sarg
Und durch die Seele dann
Mit Eisenstiefeln knirschend gehn...
Bis Raumgeläut begann.

Da war'n die Himmel Glocken nur,
Und Ohr nur war mein Sein,
Und Ich und Ruh war'n Fremde hier,
Gescheitert und allein.

Zuletzt des Denkens Boden brach
Und, Sturz um Sturz entlang,
Fiel ich von Welt zu Welt, bis ich
Des Wissens Ende fand. "


http://myweb.dal.ca/waue/Trans/Dickinson-Funeral.html