ALONE

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were-I have not seen
As others saw-I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow;I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Then-in my childhood-in the dawn
Of a most stormy life-was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery that binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold
From the lightninig in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Alone...listless...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl...violins...center of her own attention
The mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand it
Tries to make her proud

The shades go down, it’s in her head
Painted room...can’t deny there’s something wrong...

Don’t call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don’t call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don’t call me...

She holds the hand that holds her down
She will...rise above...

Don’t call me daughter, not fit to
the picture kept will remind me
don’t call me Daughter, not fit to be
the picture kept will remind me
don’t call me...

The shades go down (2x) the shades go, go, go...

Originally posted by EAPOE
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were-I have not seen
As others saw-I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow;I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Then-in my childhood-in the dawn
Of a most stormy life-was drawn
From ev'ry depth of d the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Alone, from LemonJello, the Formative Years:

alone: myself and an eternity with The Sublime
but what the hell to do with an infinite sea of time?
drink it up, and then urinate on those below
like ants on linoleum, they scurry to and fro
"Lemon, have you seen His Majesty's magnifying glass?"
"Indeed, God. But haven't you pestered the poor ants enough?"

Originally posted by EAPOE
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were-I have not seen
As others saw-I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow;I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Then-in my childhood-in the dawn
Of a most stormy life-was drawn
From ev'ry depth of ...[text shortened]... d the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.