“…namesake out of reach…” her father used to call her the little diving girl. a misheard lyric. like her, she felt. (part three)

She was so happy she finally had her driver's license. 
But she wasn't going to drive around 
looking for things she knew wouldn't be found, 
so she always took a hot tea flask with her.

She wanted to drive to this song, 
she laughed nervously to herself. 
The memory of it, she was sure, 
came through one of those sky "bullet" holes 
(one that was a little bigger, and rougher edged 
than the others.)

 

 

 

Part two is here

the very beginning Part A is here

Part Four is here

 

Lyrics:
Deadlines again

feel like hiding out
no sign of comfort yet
have a nap while no one’s looking
bring some inspiration to the man
In my head
a namesake out of reach
Strange days upon us now
where the dust of conversation
hanging in the light above the bed

Leave me now
cos tonight it’s driving me mad
I guess I’ll be all right
but tonight it’s driving me mad

Year after year
the demons always come
fail to materialise
way beyond my understanding
find my only comfort in your hands

Hold me now
cos tonight it’s driving me mad
this dream can fill you up
but tonight it’s driving me mad

Hey diamond girl
restless in my head
say what lies between us
a host of everyday distractions
most of all it’s music taking me

It’s driving me mad
still I can’t refuse
even when it’s driving me mad
I guess I’ll be all right
when tomorrow brings some relief
This dream can fill you up
so put it out
and find what’s underneath…

 

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