London, summer �92
i think i�ve changed a lot since then, do you?
ideas that i�d held for years, emotional baggage, hopes and fears,
seen somehow in a different light, not as wrong , but not as right as they seemed before.
was i different then?
have i changed?
and will i change again?
i�m thinking of a mental free-fall, a partial total memory recall like what of the future, what of the past, what of the present will last?
and say i did forget and revert to the old days, forget this hurt.
am i better off or in reverse, untaught by experience and therefore worse?
i mean a lot, i mean a little.
i mean a lot, i mean a little.
I�m like a coastline, a beach and spit.
spurn point and the rest of it.
the sea, the tide, the salt and foam.
i�m the blasted land, the sand shifting, drifting out and back, then breached, drowned, defenses down, rebuilt from this day on.
or maybe not, maybe my moment�s gone.
i mean a lot, i mean a little.
i mean a lot, i mean a little.
Am i the same person i seemed to be?
does all of this depress me?
i won�t listen, i won�t talk.
a weightless life, i moonwalk.
i mean a lot, i mean a little.
i�m supple, brittle, pig in the middle.
there�s resilience inside my face, but sometimes nothing.
deep space.
what i feel and what i fear is always here my atmosphere.
pig in the middle
i mean a lot, i mean a little.
i mean a lot, i mean a little.