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January 9, 2002 at 7:20 am #67433
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by the dried out stream,
we slit our throats and jeans.
When the buildings burned,
was it some concern?January 9, 2002 at 11:34 pm #67434excerpts from ANTI-LOVE SONG
all around me-I see them as I go
potential lovers-that I’d like to get to know
can’t help feeling that I need that someone all the time
can’t stop thinking-about the emptiness inside
can’t make it go away-and ya know how hard I’ve tried
maybe someday I will see the sun in someone
all around me-I see them in the street
all my ex-girlfriends-that I’ll never, ever meet
I can’t even get close ‘cuz I know that they’ll just push me awayI’m just a kid that’s beat up and beat down by the world
and I might be alone…forever
as all my emotions…are severed
but I still feel…the painJanuary 13, 2002 at 10:38 am #67435I can saw a woman in two
But you won’t want to look in the box when I dofrom ‘For my next trick I need a volunteer’ by Warren Zevon
February 26, 2004 at 7:51 am #67436Lyrics to some great unreleased Jeff Mangum(Neutral Milk Hotel) songs:
Oh Sister
Oh sister, don’t be afraid of me
I won’t be nailing you down in the nursery
Just like the rest of them did
With those watery, wandering fingers that slipped
That were supposed to be glorious and fine
Oh sister, won’t you believe in me
I only wanted to be hard on your family
Here with you now in the zillionth infirmary
A mother makes frantic and drunk calls from Germany
All of the time
And oh sister
Sweet brown and comely
I will be be milking with you making fun of me
Now that my moods are not what the used to be
there is but no one alive laying next to me
for such a long time
Oh sister, sweet brown and beulahry
milk from your blisters on your grandmother’s jewelry
there in the parlor all naked in front of me
Watching the lights from the cracks making archery animal designsRose Wallace Goldeline just moves her mouth over anything
Fleshy free and flowering with oranges out in the open
But don’t you waste your sins again
She don’t need you
or won’t fuck your friends
And you, you’re American, so important boiling over
Tto prove that she must still exist
she moves herself about her fist
and never ever ever give a shit
about all those words you’re wasting again
Some pretty bright and bubbly wondrous dream
You’d like to kill and claim
And claim her as your own
But don’t you worry
All those dainty and dirty emotions just go away and fade out on their own
Sister, now that we’re grieving
Our fingers will falter
Our lungs will be leaking
All over each other and without even speaking
We’ll know that it’s over and smiling or greeting
Whatever comes next
And oh sister
You’re getting married with some angry twister
That you’ll have to carry home drunk every evening from the cemetery
And if he makes it back half alive you can bury him
Under your sheets
And oh sister
now that we’re leaving
I can not imagine there is any meaning
forgetting you ever could once had the feeling that made you keep on
And pretend you were breathing of all of this world
In an age of empty rings
I don’t want to feel the thing
I don’t even want to know
and Rose Wallace Goldeline
don’t you ever die on me
all the way it goes and flowsMy Dream Girl
My dream girl don’t exist
At the age of 5 she slit her wrist
She didn’t know that I’d be hanging around
So her parents buried her in the ground
And this day I can still hear the sound
Of a life in outer spaceMy dream girl don’t exist
Just you and I and this TV
And this illness seems to feel so strange
Like a henchmen that’s about to hang
The moon up like a ball and chain
And set its sands ablazeAnd the wait is waiting on
Build the world so real and strongMy dream girl don’t exist
Just her photograph in a history book
And I believe she had a voice and name
Three children on the coast of Maine
Their life was in a hurricane
Of life and real embraceMy dream girl don’t exist
At the age of 5 she slit her wrist
She didn’t know that I’d be hanging around
So one day she took a stroll to town
And walked in front of a Greyhound bound
For New York central stateAnd the wait is waiting on
And the wait is waiting on
Build the world so real and strong
She goes and now she knows she’ll never be afraidSailing Through
Sailing through your disease and you
Your disease and you
Your body’s like a basket
Shivering in static
Ride this phase of angry tears
All those years you were alive inside the closet
With nobody in it there but me
But now you are coming
Your life is off running
Tearing itself apart at the seamsAnd you are a liar
You are a liar
You are a liar
And you are a lie
You are a liar
You are a liarNow I’m off sailing
Sickness impaling
Every drop of blood you could bleed
The world is all coming
They’re coming in millions
Billions of people to sick to believe
And I really wanted just to be in your body
To be in your body
To be inside you
And I really wanted just to be in your body
To share in your sickness
To shield around youBut you are a liar
You are a liar
You are a liar
And you are a lie
You are a liar
You are a liar
You are a liar
And you are a lieWrap you up in master
Cover you in plaster
Spit in your mouth and then say "I love you"
But is this supposed to save us?
Is this supposed to break us
And I really wanted just to be in your body
I really want to be in your body
I really want to be inside you
And I really wanted just to be in your body
To share in your sickness
To shield around youBut you are a liar
You are a liar
You are a liar
And you are a lie
You are a liar
You are a liar
You are a liar
And you are a lie
You are a liar
You are a liar
You are a liar
And you are a lie
You are a liar
You are a liar
You are a liar
And you are a lieShe Did a Lot of Acid
She had a mental problem
She couldn’t concentrate
She was her own delusion
She was her own mistake
She did a lot of acid
That put the voices down
And one day at her birthday
They found her hanging upside downThey say she lived her life on the avenue
They say she cried from the weight of her spit
They claim they were the only ones that she ever knew
Ah, but why are they weeping now?
When she was alive they were not around
They were locked in their own abyssWe met in the gutter
We shared a smoke or two
I told about my mother
She showed me her tattoo
She went out through the city
Got lost in Fulton Town (?)
And one day at her birthday
They found her hanging upside downThey say she live her life an American
They say she whored away but still
They claim they offered her their helping hand
But the talk’s all the same to me
They call themselves her family
It just makes me illFebruary 27, 2004 at 3:40 pm #67437Another one:
Engine
For I am an engine and I’m holding on
Through endless revisions to state what I mean
For sweetness alone who flew out through the window
And landed back home in a garden of greenYou’re riding alone in the back of a steamer
And steaming yourself in the warm shower spray
And water rolls on off the round captain’s belly
Who’s talking to tigers from his cafeteria trayAnd sweet babies cry for the cool taste of milking
That milky delight that invited us all
And if there’s a taste in this life more inviting
Then wake up your windows and watch as those sweet babies crawl awayMarch 1, 2004 at 1:48 pm #67438Late November by Sandy Denny
The wine it was drunk
the ship it was sunk
the shot it was dead
all the sorrows were drowned
the birds they were clouds
the brides and the shrouds
as we drew south
the mist it came downThe wooded ravine
to the wandering stream
the serpent he moved
but no one would say
the depths of the waters
the bridge which distraught us
and brought to me thoughts of the ill fated dayThe temples were filled
with the strangest of creatures
one played it by ear
on the banks of the sea
that one was found
but the others they went under
oh the tears that are shed
they won`t come from meThe methods of madness
the pathos and the sadness
God help you all
the insane and wise
the black and the white
the darkness of the night
I see only smoke
from the chimneys ariseThe pilot he flew
all across the sky and woke me
he flew solo on the mercury sea
the dream it came back
all about the tall brown people
the sacred young herd
on the phosphorus sandMarch 18, 2004 at 12:55 pm #67439it used to be me
all he needs is everyone i’ve been
and all she needs is everywhere i’ve seen
all they need
anything i’ve touched
and all you need is everything i’ve lovedeverything i’ve heard
everything i’ve learned
everything i’ve tried
everything i’ve held
everything i’ve felt
everything i’ve lost
everything i’ve crieduntil my whole head shrieks with grinding my teeth
struggling to find a single word i can keep
any kind of truth
any kind of hope
oh just any kind of word that doesn’t make me chokebut i keep saying i will and i won’t
i keep saying i do and i don’t
i keep saying i feel
but there is nothing to feel
just a strange kind of nothing where it used to be me…
it used to be meall he needs from me is everyone i’ve ever missed
and all she needs from me
everyone i’ve ever kissed
all they need from me
anything i’ve ever sung
and all you need from me is everything i’ve ever saideverything i’ve ever done
everything i’ve ever made
everything i’ve ever prayed
everything i’ve ever believed
everything i’ve ever touched
everything i’ve ever loved
everything i’ve ever thought
everything i’ve ever dreameduntil my whole head screams with grinding my teeth
desperate to find a single word i can keep
any kind of faith
any kind of fix
oh just any kind of word that doesn’t make me sickand i keep saying i will but i won’t
i keep saying i do but i don’t
and i keep saying i feel
but there is nothing to feel
just this strange kind of nothing where it used to be me…anything and everything
all that you need
get it for free
anything and everything
all that you need
get it from meget it from me
get it from me
get it from meMarch 21, 2004 at 9:08 am #67440"my lies are only wishes"- wilco
"just cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there" – radioheadJune 16, 2004 at 1:47 pm #67441Cathedrals by the Handsome Family
The cathedral in Cologne looks like a spaceship
like the hand of God falling from the sky
1000 stone carved saints hang like icicles
but icicles don`t take 1000 years to die
and everyone who ever worked on this cathedral
or even spent a moment walking by
everyone of us is swept away like breadcrumbs
what comfort does it bring soaring towers left behind?There`s a fiberglass castle in Wisconsin
where kids race go karts around a moat
once we went up there in December
when every waterslide and fudge shop was closed
hoping to feel love under the icicles
all we did was drink in a empty bar
but stumbling drunk we crawled back to our motel room
and I fell against you and felt your beating heartSnow was slowly falling on the ice machine
and the moon shone hazy thru the pines
but there were lounge chairs thrown into the empty pool
and a dog chained to a tree
barking at the skyJune 30, 2004 at 1:58 pm #67442
June 30, 2004 at 1:58 pm #67443I love the caterpillars
Munching on the leaves
Pitter patter
Makes me forget my disease
Bugs have feelers just like me
And I’m feelin’ oh so lonely -
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