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I am not going to lose you,
We are going to stay married.
In this house like a Louisiana graveyard,
Where nothing stays buried.
On Southwood Plantation Road,
Where the dead will walk again.

sometimes i claim to know a guy but i can't tell you what his hands look like.

when they come calling, i won't go calm
there is no palm or devying pate
with which to hold one's pit
or seperate the human race from its enviroment
no scattered ashes loosely gather asking where the fire went
we're left with half truth psalms
in an indecypherable scrawl in some vague extinct language
ancient ink dull, almost vanished on some old brittle scroll

Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want 'em to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things

stiiiiiiilllllll waiting!

Yesssssssssssssssssssss.

"Shadows crawled across the living room's length
I held onto you with a desperate strength
With everything with everything in me
And I handed you a drink of the lovely little thing
On which our survival depends
People say friends don't destroy one another
What do they know about friends?"

...and basically, that whole album. When I listen to it I can still taste the cheap red wine C&S and I swilled nightly that first hot miserable summer in Worcester when I wasn't yet divorced and she was very very patient with me.

oh god yes that entire album is so perfect.

it is embarrassing how many times I've just left it on repeat for an entire day.

I do believe it's true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too

So brown eyes I'll hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Love Child, that song is the shiitake. I love it so much.

Me too.

I keep listening to this album on repeat lately too. Ugh, how are they so good?

Then he killed the lights in a lonely lane
and an ape with angel glands
erased the final wisps of pain
with the music of rubber bands

Or basically pretty much any words that Leonard Cohen has written ever.

best lyrics, worst lyrics... take your pic folks:


Well hello and Guenos Dios folks, my name is Salvador
I'm calling from down under just to wish the world Bonjour
I'm a dinky die Australian with a dinkum Aussie tan
But it's really quite amazing, all the other things I am

I'm as Greek as a Souvlaki, I'm as Irish as a stew
I'm Italian as spaghetti, I'm as Danish as a blue
I'm as Turkish as a coffee, I'm as Pom as strawberry Jam
And I'm an Aussie, yes I'm an Aussie, yes I am
Oh I'm an Aussie, yes I'm an Aussie, yes I am

Oh I've been to Neocropolis and seen the South of France
I've walked around the pyramids and done a Cosack dance
I've sailed a dozen seas and seen Vienna from a tram
But I live down in Australia and I'm proud of what I am

I'm as Greek as a Souvlaki, I'm as Irish as a stew
I'm Italian as spaghetti, I'm as Danish as a blue
I'm as German as a dumpling, Middle Eastern as a lamb
And I'm an Aussie, yes I'm an Aussie, yes I am
Oh I'm an Aussie, yes I'm an Aussie, yes I am

We've come from every corner of the world to build this land
And I know that we can make it if we lend a helping hand
We'll live and love and learn together every single day
'Til every young Australian can be really proud to say

I'm as Greek as a Souvlaki, I'm as Irish as a stew
I'm Italian as spaghetti, I'm as Danish as a blue
I'm as Dutch as any Gouda, as Yanki as a ham
And I'm an Aussie, yes I'm an Aussie, yes I am
Oh I'm an Aussie, yes I'm an Aussie, yes I am

Oh, I'm as Greek as a Souvlaki, I'm as Swiss as cheese with holes
I'm as Yugoslav as Rocky, I'm as French as crusty rolls
I'm as Asian as a noodle, As Pacific as a claaam...

all my friends are weeds and rain

all my friends are half-gone birds, are magnets,
all my friends are words

And in another life he was a hurricane
He tried to swallow me into his raging angry sea
But little did he know the power of the infinite me