Lou Reed
Posted on Thursday 1st January 2009 11:11 am
Lou Reed
Happiness. Happiness is incomplete.
It's smoking in your backyard
it's on the corner of your street.
It's waiting in a taxi, with the hot
sweet cherry heat full on -
it's waiting as the meter ticks over and over,
when contentment's long since gone.
Happiness, happiness is incomplete.
It's hanging about in your bathroom,
it's trying to massage your feet,
it's waiting in the car park with
commercials droning on;
it's the angered teeth-grit car pushed country mile;
when all you want to do is sleep.
It's the priced-out outdoor market stench,
it's the no in 'no place like home',
it's the scraping out of writhing lice
from your child's head with a fine toothed comb.
It's in the queuing at the bombed out Christmas
checkout, It's in missing the fuckin' bin,
it's the adoptive parents' anguish at feeling
unable to coax the kids to bed again.
It's the klaxon of the ambulance, as it fades and
goes away, it's inhaling mountain woodland's musk,
or clawing at the clay of your stripped bare naked humility at dusk,
with ifs and buts and coulds,
as thoughts like shadows sap your force -
like vampires sharing blood.
It's smiling as it's slipping through the long grass - silent as the moon.
It's the trying to find some living solace within a sprawling, empty noon.
It's weeping at the glass smashed bus-stop with rhinestones at your feet.
it's the incessant wiping down of worktops while the west wind kisses the wheat.
It's presiding with your arrogance at the top of the top of the pile,
happiness, happiness is incomplete right now without your knowing smile...
It's carpet madness, a cigar called humanity, it's giving up
your seat, happiness divorced from inner peace perfects the knife edge neat.
It's the paper waving patricians of Empire's already lost
(counting down from ten), it's the frenzied scribbling of phrases
I'm scrawling with this pen.
Oh how, oh how, oh when will my mind rein in
this stampede of furious thoughts to
set me free again?
Happiness, happiness is incomplete,
happiness, happiness is incomplete,
happiness, happiness is incomplete
happiness, happiness is....
Deborah Jordan
Wed 31st Dec 2008 12:54
is repetition necessarily a filler ? I see it as a way of emphasising something either to yourself or someone else...just my twopenneth... Deb