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THIS STORY MEANS NOTHING WITHOUT YOU
from the collection “My Baby’s Made A Monster Of Me” by RJT
Like Hamlet without Ophelia I’m here to drown alone. Your voice is only echo and the silence sets like bone. Like a silhouette receding, like a raven against the dawn. Like the smoke that stays to linger after the ash has gone. Like a minstrel with a broken lute, this story means nothing without you. Like a garden in the winter, bathed in frozen rain, although the flowers have all died, their shadows still remain. Like lines of demarcation, or marks upon a globe. Like an ocean full of wails all hungering for their Job. Like Cinderella waiting for her shoe, this story means nothing without you. So I tell men at the tavern, as I buy them all a glass, and describe them all the shape your body left upon the grass, as we laid upon the spinning earth and watched the blue roll past. And if any have wondered why I am here, well, none of them has asked. Like a revolution without a coup, my life here means nothing without you. All the heartache that I’ve been through, well that story means nothing without you.
Written by Ryan J. Tressel
RJT: Acoustic guitar, voice.
D. Morey: Slide guitar
Recorded April 2004
