poison oak, some boyhood bravery. when the telephone was a tin can on a string and i fell asleep with you still talking to me, you said you weren't afraid to die. in polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes - were you made ashamed? why did you lock them in the drawer? and i don't think that i ever loved you more than when you turned away, when you slammed the door, when you stole the car and drove towards mexico, and you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm. i was young enough, i still believed in war. let the poets cry themselves to sleep and all their tearful words could turn back into steam.
|「the origin of love」
the last time i saw you, we had just split in two. you were looking at me. i was looking at you. you had a way so familiar, but i could not recognize, cause you had blood on your face; i had blood in my eyes. but i could swear by your expression that the pain down in your soul was the same as the pain down in mine. that's the pain, cuts a straight line down through the heart; we called it love. so we wrapped our arms around each other, trying to shove ourselves back together. we were making love, it was a cold dark evening, such a long time ago, when by the mighty hand of jove, it was the sad story how we became lonely two-legged creatures, it's the story of the origin of love.
|「requiem for OMM 2」
when i met you, i was just a kid. hadn't built up my defenses - so i gave my heart completely, vaseline over the lenses. memories don't go away, i remember every day. i never, ever stop wondering, wondering if you still think of us. i don't need a photograph, because you've never left my mind; no, you've never left my mind. i remember feeling like a ship
whose captain was too drunk to steer and you watched as i was sinking waving sadly from the pier. memories don't go away, i remember every day.
|「never let me down again」
i'm taking a ride with my best friend. i hope he never lets me down again. he knows where he's taking me, taking me where i want to be. i'm taking a ride with my best friend. we're flying high, we're watching the world pass us by. never want to come down, never want to put my feet back down on the ground...
「poison oak」 BRIGHT EYES poison oak, some… - paradise remains above earth
and time winds backwards...
10 November 2011 @ 01:34 am