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"everything expires. tonight there's no denying even you and i will die, so why are we hesitating?" - tell me tell me tell me you'll miss miss miss me
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Mon, Nov. 13th, 2006 10:48 am
"everything expires. tonight there's no denying even you and i will die, so why are we hesitating?"

if i wasn't already feeling sorry for myself, i feel worse now that i read that rainer maria are breaking up at the end of the year. great. this is one of my top 10 bands. this is a band that wrote many of my own soundtrack songs. i'm going to eat leftover sushi from friday and a scone from yesterday. actually running through the lyrics to 'catastrophe keeps us together', it makes perfect sense. it was their breakup record. i should have guessed it was coming.

Terrified (Rainer Maria)

On these old streets
I can't believe you're not
walking next to me.
I can almost feel your hand
in my back pocket.

Oh baby, when your eyes close
you're so terrified,
so terrified.
So am I.

When your plane climbed
and banked southeast
I thought,
"He's never coming back."
Yeah, it sounds cheap
but when you take my heart
I'm gonna take it back.

Oh baby, when your eyes close
you're so terrified, so terrified.
So am I.
You're so terrified, so terrified.
So am I.

You could be waiting all your life.
And it's so wrong to wait.

But you're so terrified, so terrified.
So am I.
You're so terrified, so terrified.
So am I.

When my plane sighed and turned northeast,
I felt my little heart attack.
Yeah, it sounds cheap
but when you take my love
I don't want it back.

Oh baby, when your eyes close.

+++

Spit and Fire (Rainer Maria)

on the inside
of you and I
burning out our true desires
with spit and fire

open up your chest
put my hand inside
it's dishwater warm
smooth as porcelain
and it flakes away like red rust

take those lazy drugs away
turn to me instead
i'm dishwater warm,
smooth as porelain
and i'll flake away like red rust

everything expires
tonight there's no denying
even you and i will die
so why are we hesitating?

knowing that you've opened up
yourself to me, it's no victory
but a consolation prize will suffice tonight

everything expires
tonight there's no denying
maybe you and i should try
all the things
we are too scared to try

+++

Rise

sometimes
offer more than talking
say "I like you very much"
say, what when cut grows over
pink and white?
carnations
skinny daisies

devise
a way of saving your words
say nothing
if it's forced

for each inch cut
the roots grow ten
where we can't see them

I'm laying in the soil
is it time for me to rise?
I've pulled up my stakes again
is there someone who can take me in?

+++

Tinfoil

goddamnit
I'm not talking about my heart
like it's something you could break

there's no convincing you
I'm not sick

when I say "heart"
nothing comes to mind
drug stores make me feel good
think of silver around my wrist
I'm not well
your chest is a cage for my letters
and your handwriting's better than mine

goddamnit
I'm not talking about my heart
like it's a tinfoil valentine
call an ambulance
I don't want to walk home alone

+++

The Awful Truth of Loving

started out good
started out bad
still wanted a taste
of what I already had

the fruit is golden
when it falls from the tree
spoiled by the time it gets to me

it's the dilemma
of girls and boys for centuries
should I be with you?
should I forget about me?

first it feels right
then you stay up all night worrying
it's the awful truth of loving

could've been noble
but it started out fast
they say that kind of thing
will never last

the peach is perfect
when it falls from the tree
and bruised by the time it gets to me

it's the dilemma
of boys and girls for centuries
do I really know you?
do you really need me?

first it feels right
then you write a novel worrying
about the awful truth of loving

and by the time
you bide your time
a year goes by
and you don't act any older

I want it to be sweet
so don't disappoint me
I want it to be sweet
so don't disappoint me

and when the stakes are high
I'm careless with the dice
and now it seems like I'm
pushing my luck all the time

all the new thinking
is about individuality

Current Location: work
Current Mood: sad
Current Music: r | m - spit and fire

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