March 9, 2009

  • I want my next short story to focus on hands, I've decided. I'm not entirely sure why I have this minor obsession on them. But, for another time. I should finish up my hw right now.

    You do the dryin'
         I'll do the dishes
    Who'll do the cryin'
         when all them wishes don't come true?

    You do the washing
         I'll do the folding
    Whose heart is breaking?
         And whose arms are holding someone new?
    Sittin' on a peaceful lakeside

    Didn't hear the roar of the waterfall come in
    When it's all a sorry mixed story
    When it's all so easy and nice -

    Here comes trouble in Paradise...

    You did the dusting
         I did the sweeping
    You did the driving
         Oh, and I did the sleeping a little too long
    On a picnic made for skies so blue

    You didn't see the rain and heartache comin' through
    When it's all an old black and white movie
    And you're sure you've seen the ending twice

    Here comes trouble in Paradise

    You said everything was fine
    I'm sorry, baby, I didn't see the signs
    Ohh, so beautifully you read your lines...
    In a play where the hero has no vice
    And love comes without a price

    So does trouble in Paradise...
    -Bruce Springsteen