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Thread #130900   Message #2949262
Posted By: Roger in Baltimore
21-Jul-10 - 03:39 PM
Thread Name: This Song Makes me Weep
Subject: ADD: Broken Glass (Claudia Schmidt)
I can listen to this song, now. I still cannot play it. Having worked with emotionally disturbed adolescents, I find it brings back sad memories. There are a number of references to this song by others, but no lyrics except the first verse. I will also post a lyrics add for the DT.

BROKEN GLASS
(Claudia Schmidt)

I was walking through the broken glass last night and thought of you,
and I wondered where your reckless ways had brought you to?

My memories of you whorled me back to boilin' blood and wrath,
and I wonder if you've stumbled on a lighter path?

Did you go out to the desert with the sun hot overhead?
Did the dry and the dusty heat make you wish you were dead?
Or, did the stark and the open spaces ease your urge to roam?
Did it make you feel at last like you were home?

Or, did you go out to the woods where the silver poplars sing?
Did the quiet rustlin' take away the city's sting?
Did the white birds like suspended lightning strike the autumn glow,
and touch your heart with tenderness so you could grow?

I was walking through the broken glass last night and thought of you,
and I wondered where your reckless ways had brought you to?

A fiery mass of untapped power surgin' in your breast,
I hope it found its way outside so you could rest!

Or, did you go up to the mountains where the air is clear and cold?
Did they give you back your tears; save you from growing old?
As hands and feet fought gravity all up the ancient wall,
I wonder, did you lose your ancient urge to fall?

The last time I saw you, you were strung dangerously high.
All your movements stiff and frightened and you could not cry;
suspicious of an honest mile, and looking for a fight;
the lonesome street your home, your only friend the night.

Now, wherever you may be tonight, I hope you're pleased and calm;
that the air around you soothes you like a holy balm;
that your lonely anger hasn't turned your insides inside out;
that you found the place some of us still dream about.

I was dancing through the broken glass last night and thought of you,
and I wondered where your reckless ways had brought you to?
All my memories of you whorled me back to boilin' blood and wrath,
and I wonder if you've stumbled on a lighter path?

Oh I hope, perhaps, you have stumbled on a lighter path!

Roger in Baltimore