Wow! That song touches me. Sometimes stuff happens and you wonder where God was or is. He's always there even though I can't for the life of me see how or where. "But it don't do no good to get angry, so help me I know." You really do become your own prisoner if you let your heart stay bitter. I'm only now learning how to get out of that. (Not there all the way yet.) Excie, consider yourself hugged!
Here's the lyrics with the lines spaced; makes it easier to read--
Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow)
My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
just to shovel some snow.
I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' nuder,
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
just from walking with his back turned
to the train that was coming so slow.
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder,
throw your hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
but it don't do no good to get angry,
so help me I know
For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.
You’ll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
wrapped up in a trap of your very own
chain of sorrow.
I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there.
I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
and my head shouted down to my heart
"You better look out below!"
It ain't such a long drop don't stammer don't stutter
from the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
and you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go.
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder,
throw your hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
but it don't do no good to get angry,
so help me I know
For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
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excathedra
ps. this is not a (what's that word) for sympathy. honest. i realize the unreality of what goes on here
i just need to put it out there because i have nowhere else to put it at the moment
thanks
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waysider
Possibly the greatest story teller of our generation.
He seems to find just the right words to express what others can only feel.
Thanks, excie.
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excathedra
thank YOU waysider
this might be one of the toughest chains for me
than you for seeing me
i love you
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bulwinkl
Just got back from his Concert. It was great!! I cried at times which is what his songs are meant to do I guess.
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Mark Clarke
Wow! That song touches me. Sometimes stuff happens and you wonder where God was or is. He's always there even though I can't for the life of me see how or where. "But it don't do no good to get angry, so help me I know." You really do become your own prisoner if you let your heart stay bitter. I'm only now learning how to get out of that. (Not there all the way yet.) Excie, consider yourself hugged!
Here's the lyrics with the lines spaced; makes it easier to read--
Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow)
My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
just to shovel some snow.
I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' nuder,
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
just from walking with his back turned
to the train that was coming so slow.
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder,
throw your hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
but it don't do no good to get angry,
so help me I know
For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.
You’ll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
wrapped up in a trap of your very own
chain of sorrow.
I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there.
I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
and my head shouted down to my heart
"You better look out below!"
It ain't such a long drop don't stammer don't stutter
from the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
and you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go.
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder,
throw your hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
but it don't do no good to get angry,
so help me I know
For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
wrapped up in a trap of your very own
chain of sorrow.
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doojable
Reminds me of some stuff way back in the day Mark...4 misfit friends sitting in the art room, trying to work out life.
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polar bear
That's gotta be John Prine. I love that guy.
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Mark Clarke
Yeah... at least we didn't get stoned in a circle like on That 70's Show!
(As I recall we used to say, "Who needs drugs - we're high without them!")
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doojable
Ahhh well, life moved on and we grew up. At least only 3 of us joined a cult.
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mstar1
I really like John Prine but ...uh..
Please tell us your condition---are you OK?
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Mark Clarke
Was that the same guy that drew all those psychedelic cartoons?
And we all lived to tell about it!
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excathedra
thank you for the hug mark and the lyrics with lines in between them
thank you for even hearing me, mstar. i'm okay.
i don't have a choice. i have to be okay. i have a child
my whole life i've been hanging by a thread, but i've never let go and i'm not about to
i just like to talk i guess
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excathedra
i've always had a problem with laying my soul out there
but i really don't trust people anymore
meaning i let it out there too much
i think it's really really nice that he thinks this is his favorite song that the wrote
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excathedra
when your life is falling apart, sometimes greasespot and cult talk is superfluous
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