MAGIC WEAVER, WEAVE ME A THREAD

MAGIC WEAVER, WEAVE ME A THREAD Collaboration. Danny Pogue & TeAnne © Oct.4.1998

I'm at the ‘Weaver's Mansion’ with people all around,
though I stand within this crowd, I’m standing all alone!
No...you wouldn't understand, I can’t face you yet
I will be home later, when I have curbed this loneliness.
They look at me here and snicker, behind an open hand
You’d think I had the plague, nevertheless, I like it in this place!
It’s where I don’t feel unhappy......
and I can loose it, in the music from the band!

I’m not so very far from you, just two miles down the road...
There is a ‘magic weaver’ here, and there’s a dream, I long to unfold.......
I need to sit awhile and fall under his spell, and I’ll be home soon,
it’s a promise, just after another nip or two.!
‘cos’....I see beauty in this place, although it is not for free,
Damn, this rickety bar stool, or was that really me?
I greet my friends.... they just shrug and pass me by
Now I ask you, what’d I do, what’d I say, I am asking why?
The lights are elongated as my vision becomes a blur
I am trying to speak but my words, are all coming out a slur.

I spent all the grocery money, I swear, on just a few beers
I came here with a friend, but now, I don’t see him anywhere
I hang onto the bar, as my permanent support...
you see, the patrons here pay with their lives,
their families and a lost rapport.
A song, a joke, a glass of ale a moment from the ache
escaping world that never gives, just one more glass, is all it’ll take
for then, for just an instant, I am more than I can be...
I look the weaver in the eye, and know the thread is me.

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