Garden Variety Hopeless Black Abyss

I wrote this one March 15 & 20-21, 2008, a few months after leaving the York County Coast Star, where this title fell into my lap. Some poet or musician being interviewed (I have the name somewhere; when I find it, I’ll give him due credit) used the phrase in an offhand manner, and I immediately transcribed it in my little black book. It’s a funny title, but the lyrics are dead serious, some of them drawn from those moments of despair and frustration not unfamiliar to pretty much everyone who’s ever had to deal with other human beings.

 

To any passing stranger we were the perfect fit

Who could see, save you and me, you were squirming out of it?

Now if I had my druthers I’d be in a state of bliss

Rather than this garden variety hopeless black abyss

 

I’ve been beat, I’ve been torn, if I could only be reborn

Into a life full of light

 

Yet I feel a strong attraction to those who turn away

And to those whose deeper longings never come into play

It may well be my strongest suit is falling into this

Garden variety hopeless black abyss

 

I’ve been beat, I’ve been torn, if I could only be reborn

Into a life full of light, full of love

 

Could my case be so hopeless, could there be a way out

Is there a chance to rid my life of agony and doubt?

All I need is some encouragement coupled with a kiss

To end this garden variety hopeless black abyss

 

I’ve been beat, I’ve been torn, if I could only be reborn

Into a life full of light, full of love

Into a life full of light, full of love

Into a life full of light, full of love

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