I'M STILL HERE. How about you?

[bertha katzenengel]

SONDHEIM: FROM "FOLLIES"

Good times and bum times,
I've seen them all and, my dear,
I'm still here.
Plush velvet sometimes,
Sometimes just pretzels and beer,
But I'm here.
I've run the gamut -- A to Z.
Three cheers and dammit, C'est la vie!
I got through all of last year
And I'm here
Lord knows, I've been there,
And I'm here! Look who's here!

I'm still here!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

lots more words to this Sondheim tune
doesn't make much sense out of context

to me? it says my life story

shit, shit, shit, shit, a great teacher in 7th-8th grade, shit, shit, uncertainty, a year of almost consistency, three years of college with a psycho lover, shit, shit, hospitalization, ten years of shit & therapy, getting somewhat better . . . and on and on, and on and on.

now? fabulous circumstances, but inner shit. hurting a lot, but i know there is hope. i'm not desperate. i'm here.

Now, the most important part of this post: How about you?

'night, all

[progmom]

1. You don't live for her

You're always sorry
You're always grateful
You're always wondering what might have been
Then she walks in

And still you're sorry
And still you're grateful
And still you wonder
And still you doubt
And she goes out

Everything's different
Nothing's changed
Only maybe slightly rearranged

You're sorry-grateful
Regretful-happy
Why look for answers
Where none occur?

You always are
What you always were
Which has nothing to do with
All to do with her

You're always sorry
You're always grateful
You hold her thinking
I'm not alone
You're still alone


You do live with her
You're scared she's starting
To drift away
And scared she'll stay

Good things get better
Bad get worse
Wait, I think I meant that in reverse

You're sorry-grateful
Regretful-happy
Why look for answers
Where none occur
You'll always be
What you always were
Which has nothing to do with
All to do with her

Nothing to do with
All to do with her



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