souvenirs

All the snow has turned to water,
Christmas days have come and gone.
Broken toys and faded colours are all that’s left to linger on.
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops,
For they always bring me tears.
I can’t forgive the way they robbed me of my childhood souvenirs.

Memories, they can’t be boughten.
They can’t be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs,
And i don’t know how they slipped away from me.

Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see.
That’s why last night and this morning
Always look the same to me.
And I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears.
I can’t forget the way they robbed me,
Of my sweetheart’s souvenirs.

Memories they can’t be boughten,
They can’t be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs
And i don’t know how they slipped away from me.

– steve goodman

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14 thoughts on “souvenirs

  1. sweet sounds, sugar! it’s after 1am, i’m working already (time zones wait for no woman) and today is our 41st wedding anniversary. the MITM is in dubai and won’t be home until the 19th. what a life. xoxoxo

  2. that song makes me want to drink a Guinness and smoke a cigarette and watch the cars go by and think about all my wonderful, beautiful, horrible fuck-ups.

  3. And I was feeling so positive about my life.

    No, being completely honest, I’m going through a depressive phase (not being where I want to be) and this just spiralled me in deeper.

    I’ll bounce sometime soon.

    [sob] A punchbowl of Gin’n Tonic’s would be good about now.

  4. That’s sad, man.
    I’ve lost so much stuff in the past, that I’ve come to embrace the philosophy that if you can’t fit it on a hard drive, screw it.

    For that matter, live in the cloud.
    To heck with “stuff.”
    Keep your memories in your head.

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