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Song-Ordinary world

Group-Duran Duran

AN: This is a P.O.V. of Spike


I finally did it. I killed Vicious. I have no to live, Julia is dead, Ed and Ein left, Jet is dying and Vicious is dead...dead. I hear the faint sounds of sirens in the back round. The blood is streaming around my eye as I lay in the ever widening pool of blood. I hear the soft voice of a woman. She is saying "It's going to be alright, it's going to be alright, you're gonna be okay." Yeah right, things will never be the same. I can't hear anything anymore, and I blackout.


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It has been a month and a half now. I'm out of the hospital and back on my feet. But I still terribly miss Julia...


Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue,

Thought I heard you talking softly.

I turned in the lights, the TV and the radio

Still I can't escape the ghost of you.


I mostly lay around on the Bebop. Jet is okay now. Faye still slinks around but she doesn't bother me. I've quit bounty hunting. Well believe it or not I quit smoking. It's been raining since that horrible day. I hear you. I see you every were! Jet always gets angry when I try to turn up the volume on the TV. He thinks I'm crazy.


What is happening to it all?

Crazy some say-

Where is the life that I recognize?

Gone away.


Jet is becoming worried, I don't have my usual appetite. He wants to schedule a appointment with a psychiatrist but I won't go, what the use, nothing will ever change Julia's death. She'd never coming back.


CHORUS-

But I won't cry for yesterday.

There's an ordinary world somehow I have to find.

And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world

I will learn to survive.


I know I should be strong, she wouldn't want me to be said all the time but I can't help it. I cry myself to sleep.


Passion or coincidence once prompted me to say-

Pride will tear us both apart.

Well now pride's gone out the window, cross the rooftops, runaway.

Left me in the vacuum of my heart.


I thought nothing could tear us apart, I guess I was wrong.


What is happening to me?

Crazy some say.

Where is my friend when I need you most?

Gone away.


Things are getting better I suppose. I had a good laugh with Jet.


CHORUS


I still cry myself to sleep, I wish you didn't go.


Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed,

Feared today; forgot tomorrow.

Here beside the news of holy war and holy need,

Ours is just a little sorrowed talk-

Blown away.


I take a walk down a long street. It's still raining. I step on a piece of news paper, I look down, there is a picture of a woman with the big words, MURDERED.


Just blowing away.


I sigh and a single solitary tear runs downs my cheek.


CHORUS


Only once in a while I will cry, it makes me feel better.


Any world is my world

Every world is my world


I know I must go on with my life.