Death of an Appalachian Girl
PostPosted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 9:01 pm
"Death of an Appalachian Girl"
Once there was a little girl,
All the Appalachian's knew her name.
She stumbled and she bumbled around the trees
And the creeks and ferns of youth
In the foothills of a land that knew not time.
Now I wasted my innocence in Florida,
Appalachian dreams destroyed by sand.
And there's no more adventures or air here,
Hot like devil's steamy undergrowth
And the smell of the sea to suffocate me.
Never knew of love/lust there,
In the mountain air there was just a breeze.
She was in love with the wood nymphs,
Named after Israel's fathers and mothers,
Love was a dream, death a nightmare.
I burned with the apprehension of decay,
Love could be here and could die any day.
Nobody likes Bibles or Jesus in this world,
There's only that grey sky hanging over his eyes,
Those deep brown eyes that never knew how to breathe.
If there was agony, it was pretend.
Always happy endings, always a friend.
She was faeries and queens, slaves set free,
And every day was caterpillars and daddy-long-legs,
Then to bed with your blankies and bears.
If I slept at all in this prison
It was to dream of what I had once seen.
Gunshots, rape, and all-too-real screams.
Given my ball and chain with the rest,
I look to sky and give a loud cry,
"Oh to be in Pennsylvania again!"
-Crash Windthrn
8-2-06
Written in memory of York, PA and Lakeland, FL
Once there was a little girl,
All the Appalachian's knew her name.
She stumbled and she bumbled around the trees
And the creeks and ferns of youth
In the foothills of a land that knew not time.
Now I wasted my innocence in Florida,
Appalachian dreams destroyed by sand.
And there's no more adventures or air here,
Hot like devil's steamy undergrowth
And the smell of the sea to suffocate me.
Never knew of love/lust there,
In the mountain air there was just a breeze.
She was in love with the wood nymphs,
Named after Israel's fathers and mothers,
Love was a dream, death a nightmare.
I burned with the apprehension of decay,
Love could be here and could die any day.
Nobody likes Bibles or Jesus in this world,
There's only that grey sky hanging over his eyes,
Those deep brown eyes that never knew how to breathe.
If there was agony, it was pretend.
Always happy endings, always a friend.
She was faeries and queens, slaves set free,
And every day was caterpillars and daddy-long-legs,
Then to bed with your blankies and bears.
If I slept at all in this prison
It was to dream of what I had once seen.
Gunshots, rape, and all-too-real screams.
Given my ball and chain with the rest,
I look to sky and give a loud cry,
"Oh to be in Pennsylvania again!"
-Crash Windthrn
8-2-06
Written in memory of York, PA and Lakeland, FL