perjantai 10. tammikuuta 2020

She


She´s been there all along
Covered in needs and storms
She wants to love all that´s gone
and write the perfect songs

The wait´s been long as the scarp´s been strong
The metal in the wine,
all the good in the wrong
She wants to break free and run
where she was never born

And wait
wait ´til the room is filled with fishes
bath streaming like an eager river
As she dives in to seek dreams and wishes
the kinds that makes both of her shiver
Blue water and bluegrass
Sad songs sung with a smile
Gravitation takes over as the times pass
Let her float there for a while

Don´t confuse your life with happiness
don´t you mix up love with lust
She tells her self to get over it
This might be just another thrust

Oh, she loves you, she always has
But what is there to give
when nothing lasts
Nothing´s given without a promise
No one to meet without a pass

And glare
The brilliant and crass bloom
When they´re supposed to rendezvous
like mornings when the Sun shoos the Moon
That´s how she stares at you
You are Life
but she doesn´t know how to live you
She wants to write you right
but she doubts how to spell you

So she´s hiding there in the heights
Waiting for the right time to fall
And all of the passing lights
might be the sign to enter on

She´s dirty and covered with twigs
She might be old
but she knows her tricks
She wants to know how to dive
into the city that can´t be fixed

And hide
into the vortex of reality
and white foam of bizarre dreams
Learn to love with blue serenity
Poise with Sun beams
´Cause you´re Life
and she wants to know how to feel you
though the world doesn´t seem right
She wants to know how it feels to hold you

2 kommenttia:

  1. Nameless For Now / Some Kind of Song

    i could've sworn that Venus was smokin' up the sky
    but i know better than to trust my by-and-bye
    whether she be sweet or otherwise
    these things that seem to happen never seem to do it twice

    *

    it's been a long time thinking but i think i'm on to you;
    you're just a silence speaking but i hear you, oh, i do

    i've cried you a river of no return;
    jump in it now to freeze 'n burn

    *

    now 4 am wants me dead, but hey, what else is new?
    though my shoes are filled with lead
    my hat's a-flown down Sunrise Avenue

    no, i don't think i'll ever get the blues
    she's a distant shadow in a sea of i-love-yous

    but i don't really care for her no more
    nor anyone who's played with me before
    i'm searching for the belle to end all balls
    whether she be naked or wearing overalls

    you told me of your orange dreams so bloody long ago
    that trees are growing now where grasses used to grow
    no, i don't think you've played with me before;
    i don't think you know what playing's for

    any more than i know what to sing
    for me it's just a lonely, lovely thing
    a word to mend a crooked word; a verse can do no wrong
    'cept if there's a lover who's imprisoned in a song

    and i don't know what's love or what is blue
    i only know without you i'm a ghost without a boo
    i only know without you i'm a ghost without a boo

    once upon a summer rain i'm surfin' up to you

    VastaaPoista
  2. Pardon me, doll; long time no sing.

    The stars are a major cop-out and overall it's a little episodic for a 3-month wait, but ehh, what can you do. Inspiration's a rare-earth metal when you've to punch in at 9 o'clock every morn -- rain, hail, or pale winter shine (yes, it's true: I have to *work* nowadays. It really is a catastrophic year.).

    There's nothing much to say; or too much, perhaps. I've written 10,000 letters and would love nothing better than to write 10,000 more; but what's the use in the end. Let's just be happy and unhappy and whatever else we have to be, in our own little corners of the world. (The summer remains a wildcard, as ever.)

    For now let's have some music and a few recommendations, as is custom (luckily, for customs, common sense is not a requirement).

    These songs are a little bit dour, but then I guess that applies to me as well (I couldn't be happy without dourness).

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AMMb9CiScI
    (Leonard Cohen -- What Happens to the Heart)

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVsYz5rB8Bw
    (Leonard Cohen -- Thanks for the Dance)

    Even death fails to stop L. Cohen from releasing new albums. What are we doing with our only lives? Where are your twelve classic vinyls filled with these gorgeous, bittersweet songs? (Hell -- perhaps in stores already. Never assume; -- a lesson that's been hammered in with nine-inch nails.)

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jfhbTQfdZk
    (Marissa Nadler -- Thinking of You)
    (I love the way that 'buttercup' rhymes with nothing in this song -- and yet it rhymes with everything. As buttercups do.)

    I know E. watches Riverdale, but if you need a new series to take the edge off quarantine, here's a few (all on Netflix):

    Scream (= Riverdale that makes actual sense, with awesome main characters)
    Slasher (= Scream with adults & 4x the blood)
    Locke and Key (= Riverdale with magic added, while keeping all the stupid)
    The End of the Fucking World (= driving around England like two care-free psychos)
    The Sinner (3rd season underway on Yle Areena) (= police mysteries with a likeable main character. he reminds me of myself at 65, if that makes sense)

    You probably know all of these, but just in case. I've never tried anything that E. likes that I didn't like, so perhaps it works the other way around, too.

    Well. All the best, you ever-luring Damozels of Distress (now there's a band name! love that word 'damozel'; she's even more of a handful than a plain old damsel). Isolate, &c (for me it's no big deal, heh).

    -v.

    P.S. No P.S. I'm a working man now; I've no time for such frivolities.

    ... ah fuck it. With any luck, she'll love this one:
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MLJJMcCWGk
    (Johnny Halliday -- Le Pénitencier)

    VastaaPoista