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May. 5th, 2009

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Hand me your hand,
let me look in your eyes
as my last chance to feel human
begins to vaporize.
Maybe it's the heat in here,
maybe it's the pressure.
You ought to head for the exits,
the sooner the better.

I am this great,
unstable,
mass of blood and foam,
and no one in her right mind
would make my home her home;
my heart's an autoclave.
My heart's an autoclave.

When I try to open up to you,
I get completely lost.
Houses swallowed by the earth,
windows thick with frost.
And I reach deep down within,
but the pathways twist and turn,
and there's no light anywhere
and nothing left to burn.

And I am this great,
unstable,
mass of blood and foam,
and no emotion that's worth having
could call my heart its home;
my heart's an autoclave.
My heart's an autoclave.

I dreamt that I was perched atop a throne of human skulls
on a cliff above the ocean,
howling wind and shrieking seagulls.
And the dream went on forever,
one single static frame.
Sometimes you want to go
where everybody knows your name.

I am this great,
unstable,
mass of blood and foam.
And no one in her right mind
would make her home my home.
My heart's an autoclave.
My heart's an autoclave.

autoclave, by the mountain goats

Feb. 27th, 2009

treble

(no subject)

King Saul fell on his sword
when it all went wrong,
and Joseph's brothers sold him
down the river
for a song,
and Sonny Liston rubbed some tiger balm
into his glove.
Some things you do for money,
and some you do for love love love.

Raskolnikov felt sick,
but he couldn't say why
when he saw his face reflected
in his victim's twinkling eye.
Some things you'll do for money,
some you'll do for fun,
but the things you do for love
are gonna come back to you one by one.

Love, love is gonna lead you
by the hand
into the white and soundless place.
Now we see things,
as in a mirror dimly.
Then we shall see each other face
to face.

And way out in Seattle,
young Kurt Cobain
snuck out to the greenhouse,
put a bullet in his brain.
Snakes in the grass beneath our feet,
rain in the clouds above.
Some moments last forever,
but some flare out with love love love.

"love love love"/the mountain goats

Oct. 16th, 2008

Hearts

f-locked

FRIENDS ONLY, BITCHES.


one day I will have a lovely lovely banner (and by that I mean white-on-black) that says that, but for now, this is enough.

May. 6th, 2008

treble

Dark Come Soon

Dark, you can't come soon enough for me
Saved from one more day of misery
Everything I love, get back from me now
Everyone I love, I need you now

Don't forget a million miles from me
Safe, and another day can pass by me
Everything I love, get back from me now
Everyone I love, I need you now
So what? I lied, I lie to me, too (come on, come on)
So what? I lied, I lie to me, too (come on, come on)
So what?

Hold out for the ones you know will love you
Hide out from the ones you know will love you, too

Right to the edge, I'm barely there
Slow to make my move, I'm almost there
Everything I say, I say to me first
Everything I do, I do to me first
(So what?)
So what? I lied, I lie to me, too
(So what?)
So what? I lied, I lie to me, too

Hold out for the ones you know will love you
Hide out from the ones you know will love you, too

Dark, you can't come soon enough for me


I knew there was a reason I liked this song... I didn't really listen to the lyrics until today, buttt... Yeah.

Mar. 19th, 2008

treble

Casimir Pulaski Day

Goldenrod and the 4H stone:
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone.

Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car into the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry.

In the morning, through the window shade,
When the light pressed up against your shoulder-blade,
I could see what you were reading.

All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth.

Tuesday night at the Bible study,
We lift our hands and pray over your body,
But nothing ever happens.

I remember at Michael's house,
In the living room, when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse.

In the morning, at the top of the stairs,
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared.

All the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you.

Sunday night when I cleaned the house,
I found the card where you wrote it out,
With the pictures of you mother.

On the floor at the great divide,
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied,
I am crying in the bathroom.

In the morning when you finally go,
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low,
And the cardinal hits the window.

In the morning in the winter shade,
On the first of March, on the holiday,
I thought I saw you breathing

All the glory that the Lord has made,
And the complications when I see His face
In the morning in the window

All the glory when He took our place,
But He took my shoulders and He shook my face,
And He takes, and He takes, and He takes

Feb. 1st, 2008

treble

"Romulus"

Once when our mother called,
she had a voice of last year's cough.
We passed around the phone:
sharing a word about Oregon.
When my turn came, I was ashamed.
When my turn came,
I was ashamed.

Once when we moved away,
she came to Romulus for a day.
Her Chevrolet broke down.
We prayed it'd never be fixed or found.
We touched her hair, we touched her hair.
We touched her hair.
We touched her hair.

When she had her last child,
once when she had some boyfriend, some wild,
she moved away quite far;
our grandpa bought us a new VCR.
We watched it all night, but grew up in spite of it.
We watched it all night,
but grew up in spite of it.

We saw her once last fall.
Our grandpa died in a hospital gown.
She didn't seem to care:
she smoked in her room and colored her hair.

I was ashamed,
I was ashamed of her.
I was ashamed,
I was ashamed of her.
I was ashamed,
I was ashamed of her.
I was ashamed,
I was ashamed of her.


Oh, his lyrics are beautiful.
Those are thanks to Sufjan Stevens, and his song "Romulus."
I don't know.
I just like it.

Sep. 5th, 2007

treble

(no subject)

I've been a bad, bad girl:
I've been careless with a delicate man,
And it's a sad, sad world
When a girl will break a boy just because she can.

Don't you tell me to deny it--
I've done wrong and I want to suffer for my sins.
I've come to you 'cause I need guidance to be true,
And I just don't know where I can begin.

What I need is a good defense
'Cos I'm feeling like a criminal.
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love.

Heaven help me for the way I am.
Save me from these evil deeds before I get them done.
I know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand
But I keep living this day like the next will never come.

Oh help me but don't tell me to deny it;
I've got to cleanse myself of all these lies 'till I'm good enough for him.
I've got a lot to lose and I'm bettin' high so I'm begging you--
Before it ends just tell me where to begin.

What I need is a good defense
'Cos I'm feeling like a criminal.
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love.

Let me know the way
Before there's hell to pay.
Give me room to lay the law and let me go.
I've got to make a play
To make my lover stay.
So what would an angel say, the devil wants to know?

What I need is a good defense
'Cos I'm feeling like a criminal.
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love.


Fiona Apple. Criminal.