Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
I take a walk outside, I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll be . . . yeah
I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a sun
In somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine?
–Pearl Jam
July 27th, 2011 at 09:50
The picture pairs really well with the the poem… I feel sorry for the guy..
July 27th, 2011 at 12:11
I think most of us have been through this at least once ๐ In regards to the guy, I guess I should put a disclaimer:
No Random Guys were harmed in the process of taking this picture ๐
July 28th, 2011 at 10:02
Pearl Jam rocks! Listen to “Given to Fly” by them. Great lyrics!
July 28th, 2011 at 11:40
Thanks for the suggestion! I’ll definitely check it out. Hopefully I can make a picture out of it!