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Carly Simon, You’re So Vain
seemed appropriate
My walls bleed your colors, but lighter
To represent the spark ignited.
We’re forty-three halves.
Where there are symbols in the washed out sands,
A sad story is flushed out by waves,
And down the twisted system, I’ve been,
But no one has let me breath.
Now all birds are mine, blue and red.
I see the years reflected in mirrors,
Marinating in the same mistakes.
Tasting the same, bitter and vinegar,
The sweets are splattered on the kitchen table,
All for me. All for me.
You’ve given it all to me.
Because I took the sand and waves
And tastes and treats from a far away land
And like an ancient treasure map,
The right symbol is drawn
It’s where I’ve always been,
All the birds. Blue and red.
All for the forty-three halves of me.
Cracked wings and sad beaks
Of frozen doves suspended in sky,
Fly like tortured ellipses from
Time dancing around fires.
Charred remains of patterns
Mold into distorted shapes.
Songs melt and silence waits
Till cooled off answers are made.
The doves are now stars,
Like dust in the darkness,
the sky turns red.
We should all turn off our televisions and close our laptops and go outside and move our limbs and play with each other and laugh and smooch and wrestle, because we are all going to be dead in what will seem like 45 minutes and we are going to stay that way until the end of an infinite number of forevers.
Have a great weekend!
Nick Offerman would say the same thing. I’m off to go work at a store I love.
Come buy records.
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everyone everywhere should see this.
tune-yards, bizniz
True Blood Season 5: Waiting Sucks - Sookie/Alcide
Taken with instagram
I can’t help but act like the buoy
On the freshest of lakes,
Like the ones I used to stick my feet in,
Tip-toeing on the rocks,
Playing a musical game and splashes
Meant poetry.
I remember it like yesterday,
Because it pretty much feels like yesterday,
Meeting you and wondering
What sorts of waters
I’d find myself floating in.
I’m used to storms telling me truths,
Enlightening me with thrashes
And greener grass on the other side.
But this time the sky was brighter than blue
And I saw the fish in clouds,
Rearranged the pink to look like green
So everything seemed alive again.
The patterns came in every shape and color
And music meant more,
So that when I saw you again,
Every song was a page in my book
That you were reading.
You are as far from me as you can be,
But I know when you’re close again,
I’ll have a second chance
To show you my jiggle,
My dance, and no matter what
Would happen thereafter,
I knew I’d crossed the bridge
And explored the place
Between hope and happiness.
Home is floating to the music
You and I will create, together or alone,
Doesn’t matter.
Maura, other best song covered by a fan.
So good. Also, where does this man live?
Call me, maybe.
Oh Land - Maura, this is especially for you.
I don’t sit often in sunshine’s way; I don’t believe in its truth.
Melancholia’s depth is the deepest to dig.
Some heart must be placed on a pedestal down there
And all the veins must be keeping this earth breathing.
I expect the mechanism isn’t natural,
With clouds and fog and blue acting as a kryptonite
We haven’t learned to read.
Monsters without claws haunt the so-called waken state,
And the tiny world
Sits idle while it tilts
Full of filth and fear,
As simple rose to wilt would,
In time for reason
To align with rhyme and rear its fat thighs.
I don’t think as well when I’m hot,
This punished place and all its injustices
Are too heavy to rise up, stuck in could ground
I only feel when I am cold.
So how do I find a real heart
when it must be stored
Somewhere cold
and wait for someone
To love till it melts,
till it has to start all over again?
