Atlanta

   Rather than post a lengthy poem today, I thought I would showcase some great lyrics by a great band. I have been addicted to the song Atlanta by Stone Temple Pilots the past few days. It's not my usual type of song, slow and nostalgic, but something about it just draws me in. Haunting lyrics and a very resonant, almost ethereal backing. Here they are.

She lives in a bungalow
She kills me with rosegarden thorns
She waits for me
My love is unusual
It's painted with roses and thorns
with her I'm complete

She lives by the wall
and waits by the door
She walks in the sun
to me

Visions of Mexico seduce me
It goes to my head so carefully
Memories of candles and incense
And all of these things remember these

She lives by the wall
and waits by the door
She walks in the sun
to me

She comforts me when
the candles blow out
the cake has grown mold
but the memories are sweet
The laughter's all gone
but the memories are mine
The Mexican princess
is out of my life

She lives by the wall
and waits by the door
She walks in the sun
to me

(lyricsfreak.com)