This was going to be elusive, and turned into something else.
Just some lyrics I wanted to catalog for myself.
I'm in a weird mood. Ghosts of the past will do that to you.
They never leave me. I have the inability to forget people. I can't forget nasty things people say. I can't forget the random people I meet briefly on the street. I know all the faces of the kids I taught and all the boys I've ever been with. It feels like I never stopped talking to old elementary school friends, and it was like I was 12 yesterday. I don't forget old enemies or old flames. I can't put out of my mind old friends and those that were so old they passed away.
Memories and spirits are so closely linked. People in memories are spiritual; the only exists in your mind. When I was little I use to think people would vanish in smoke as soon as they were out of eyesight. I have no clue where I got that idea- but I’d always try to catch them in the act. My memories can be so vivid I forget who’s alive, who’s dead, and who has left or come into my life.
Do you want to go to the seaside?
I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
I fell in love at the seaside
I handled my charm with time and slight of hand
Do you want to go to the seaside?
I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
I fell in love at the seaside
She handled her charm with time and slight of hand, and oh
But I'm just trying to love you
In any kind of way
But I find it hard to love you girl
When you're far away
Away
Do you want to go to the seaside?
I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
But I fell in love on the seaside
On the seaside
In the seaside
-The Kooks
Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties
They spit you up river just like all those lions
That walked the banks
They said, "Paint me that river
And would you use only blues
With a brilliant big black mouth and?
Lengths of pines that route the river through
Through and through"
Fashion ballrooms of the leaves
We’d like to watch the ghosts dance
They said, "Paint me that arm
That lies directly over mountains
Where the glaciers climb so tall.
One absent of the scars passing boats and ships and oars
Tend to leave with all the sounds of the ocean."
I am but a man
But a proud, proud man
Silver bells that line the way
Through baited trails.
We’ll find you there
-Portugal the Man
All I want is the best for our lives my dear,
and you know my wishes are sincere.
Whats to say for the days I cannot bare.
A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.
A Sunday mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.
A Sunday mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile and we felt true. (and)
We burnt to the ground
left a view to admire
with buildings inside church of white.
We burnt to the ground left a grave to admire.
And as we reach for the sky, reach the church of white.
-Beruit
Summer I'm lost in a wonderful trance
I drink lots of milkshakes and watch people pass
Through diner windows I see them hold hands
The kids all look beautiful just because they can
Perfecting their tans, showing off their physiques
The boys are all hot and the girls are in heat
I take off my shirt, still my heart's on my sleeve
I can't help but fall for every girl that I see
And the pickup lines are well rehearsed
The sun will melt your just deserts
You'll fall in love
You'll fall head first
That's when you'll learn that summer is the worst
Summer's the worst
Summer love is a scam
But I can't help dreaming of summer romance
My bubbles may burst but that won't hold me back
I've got quite a nerve
I'm giving summer just one more chance
I'm in the crowd looking for a girl
I'm gonna drown looking for a pearl
Show your skin
You might get burned
But all the heat is worth the hurt
We'll fall in love
We'll dive head first
We'll never learn that summer is the worst
Summer's the worst but I'm hanging around
I'll take you to my favorite place to drown
We'll smile and we'll flirt and we'll join in the crowd
I'm lost in the surf
Yeah, summer really gets me down
I guess we'll both just take a number
'Cause a heart's a thing to plunder
'Cause it's summer
-Michael Leviton
[crone:] here upon this pillow
made of reed and willow
you're a fickle little twister
are you sweet on your sister?
your fallow won't leave you alone.
and granted for their pleasure
possesions laid to measure
she's a salty little pisser
with your cock in her kisser
but now she's a will of her own.
[PART II]
[husband:] damn your ankles and eyes wide
from you fingernails to your ponytails too.
king of the insects and the m-5
over charlemagne in a motorcade too.
and baby needs a new prize
baby needs a new and shiny prize.
[captain:] in this place called heavenly
you were born here.
this place called heavenly
you were born here.
you were born here.
[husband:] and now all the marchers descend from high
i will dedicate all of my awakenings to this.
and damn all the angles that opress my sight
i will bleed your heart through a samovar soon.
[captain:] in this place called heavenly
you were born here.
this place called heavenly
you were born here.
you were born here.
[PART III]
[soldier:] they settled dust in your hair
to watch you shake and shout it out.
with our armaments bared
we shed our bags and travel alls.
from the lee of the wall
he comes in the chang and the chariot
and all his eunuchs in thrall
can scarce lift his line and lariat.
here com loose his hounds
to blow me down.
[chorus of waifs:] blow me down.
[soldier:] on this stretch of ground
i'll lay me down.
[chorus of waifs:] lay me down.
[soldier:] to sleep.
[chaplain:] and now stricken with pangs
that tear at our backs like thistle down
the mirror's soft silver tain
reflects our last and birthing hour
[soldier:] here com loose his hounds
to blow me down.
[chorus of waifs:] blow me down.
[soldier:] on this stretch of ground
i'll lay me down.
[chorus of waifs:] lay me down.
[soldier:] to sleep.
[PART IV]
[evening]
[widow:] o the wind is blowing, it hurts your skin
as you climb up hillside, forest and fen.
your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine
your memories wrapped within paper and twine.
the room that you lie in is dusty and hard
sleeping soft babies on piles of yards
of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
your dry hungry mouths cry for your mother's milk.
when the dawn commes to greet you, you'll rise with clothes on
and advance with the others, singing old songs
of cattle and maidens and withered old queens.
let the music carry you on.
the room that you lie in is dusty and hard
sleeping soft babies on piles of yards
of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
your dry hungry mouths cry for your mother's milk.
[PART V]
[woman:] darling dear what have you done?
your clothes are town, your make-up runs.
[daughter:] i ran through brambles, blooming thistle
i washed my face in the river when you whistled me on.
[woman:] darling dear, what hav eyou done?
your hands and face are smeared with blood.
[daughter:] the chaplain came and called me out
to beat and to butcher his mother's sow
[woman:] but darling dear, they found him dead
this morning on the riverbed.
but hush now darling, don't you cry.
your reward's in the sweet by-and -by.
hush now baby, don't you cry.
your reward's in the sweet by-and-by.
[crone:] and now we've seen your powers
softly stretch the hours
you're a fickle little twister
are you sweet on your sister?
as now you go wandering home.
-The Decemberists
Supposedly everything always turns out ok. But, really, what else are we to say? No one's going to tell you "Oh well, it might suck and then you might die what are you going to do?" Lies. But it's either be an optimist and survive in ignorant bliss or piss about everything and be pretty miserable.
It's a good thing I don't do drugs. I should probably avoid anything that warps reality, considering mine alone has its own acid-trip-tasting-colors moments almost everyday.
Help? Not a desperate help, but only curiosity towards someone to sort things out for me. It needs to make sense, too. I'm tired.
I'm in a weird mood. Ghosts of the past will do that to you.
They never leave me. I have the inability to forget people. I can't forget nasty things people say. I can't forget the random people I meet briefly on the street. I know all the faces of the kids I taught and all the boys I've ever been with. It feels like I never stopped talking to old elementary school friends, and it was like I was 12 yesterday. I don't forget old enemies or old flames. I can't put out of my mind old friends and those that were so old they passed away.
Memories and spirits are so closely linked. People in memories are spiritual; the only exists in your mind. When I was little I use to think people would vanish in smoke as soon as they were out of eyesight. I have no clue where I got that idea- but I’d always try to catch them in the act. My memories can be so vivid I forget who’s alive, who’s dead, and who has left or come into my life.
Do you want to go to the seaside?
I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
I fell in love at the seaside
I handled my charm with time and slight of hand
Do you want to go to the seaside?
I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
I fell in love at the seaside
She handled her charm with time and slight of hand, and oh
But I'm just trying to love you
In any kind of way
But I find it hard to love you girl
When you're far away
Away
Do you want to go to the seaside?
I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
But I fell in love on the seaside
On the seaside
In the seaside
-The Kooks
Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties
They spit you up river just like all those lions
That walked the banks
They said, "Paint me that river
And would you use only blues
With a brilliant big black mouth and?
Lengths of pines that route the river through
Through and through"
Fashion ballrooms of the leaves
We’d like to watch the ghosts dance
They said, "Paint me that arm
That lies directly over mountains
Where the glaciers climb so tall.
One absent of the scars passing boats and ships and oars
Tend to leave with all the sounds of the ocean."
I am but a man
But a proud, proud man
Silver bells that line the way
Through baited trails.
We’ll find you there
-Portugal the Man
All I want is the best for our lives my dear,
and you know my wishes are sincere.
Whats to say for the days I cannot bare.
A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.
A Sunday mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.
A Sunday mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile and we felt true. (and)
We burnt to the ground
left a view to admire
with buildings inside church of white.
We burnt to the ground left a grave to admire.
And as we reach for the sky, reach the church of white.
-Beruit
Summer I'm lost in a wonderful trance
I drink lots of milkshakes and watch people pass
Through diner windows I see them hold hands
The kids all look beautiful just because they can
Perfecting their tans, showing off their physiques
The boys are all hot and the girls are in heat
I take off my shirt, still my heart's on my sleeve
I can't help but fall for every girl that I see
And the pickup lines are well rehearsed
The sun will melt your just deserts
You'll fall in love
You'll fall head first
That's when you'll learn that summer is the worst
Summer's the worst
Summer love is a scam
But I can't help dreaming of summer romance
My bubbles may burst but that won't hold me back
I've got quite a nerve
I'm giving summer just one more chance
I'm in the crowd looking for a girl
I'm gonna drown looking for a pearl
Show your skin
You might get burned
But all the heat is worth the hurt
We'll fall in love
We'll dive head first
We'll never learn that summer is the worst
Summer's the worst but I'm hanging around
I'll take you to my favorite place to drown
We'll smile and we'll flirt and we'll join in the crowd
I'm lost in the surf
Yeah, summer really gets me down
I guess we'll both just take a number
'Cause a heart's a thing to plunder
'Cause it's summer
-Michael Leviton
[crone:] here upon this pillow
made of reed and willow
you're a fickle little twister
are you sweet on your sister?
your fallow won't leave you alone.
and granted for their pleasure
possesions laid to measure
she's a salty little pisser
with your cock in her kisser
but now she's a will of her own.
[PART II]
[husband:] damn your ankles and eyes wide
from you fingernails to your ponytails too.
king of the insects and the m-5
over charlemagne in a motorcade too.
and baby needs a new prize
baby needs a new and shiny prize.
[captain:] in this place called heavenly
you were born here.
this place called heavenly
you were born here.
you were born here.
[husband:] and now all the marchers descend from high
i will dedicate all of my awakenings to this.
and damn all the angles that opress my sight
i will bleed your heart through a samovar soon.
[captain:] in this place called heavenly
you were born here.
this place called heavenly
you were born here.
you were born here.
[PART III]
[soldier:] they settled dust in your hair
to watch you shake and shout it out.
with our armaments bared
we shed our bags and travel alls.
from the lee of the wall
he comes in the chang and the chariot
and all his eunuchs in thrall
can scarce lift his line and lariat.
here com loose his hounds
to blow me down.
[chorus of waifs:] blow me down.
[soldier:] on this stretch of ground
i'll lay me down.
[chorus of waifs:] lay me down.
[soldier:] to sleep.
[chaplain:] and now stricken with pangs
that tear at our backs like thistle down
the mirror's soft silver tain
reflects our last and birthing hour
[soldier:] here com loose his hounds
to blow me down.
[chorus of waifs:] blow me down.
[soldier:] on this stretch of ground
i'll lay me down.
[chorus of waifs:] lay me down.
[soldier:] to sleep.
[PART IV]
[evening]
[widow:] o the wind is blowing, it hurts your skin
as you climb up hillside, forest and fen.
your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine
your memories wrapped within paper and twine.
the room that you lie in is dusty and hard
sleeping soft babies on piles of yards
of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
your dry hungry mouths cry for your mother's milk.
when the dawn commes to greet you, you'll rise with clothes on
and advance with the others, singing old songs
of cattle and maidens and withered old queens.
let the music carry you on.
the room that you lie in is dusty and hard
sleeping soft babies on piles of yards
of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
your dry hungry mouths cry for your mother's milk.
[PART V]
[woman:] darling dear what have you done?
your clothes are town, your make-up runs.
[daughter:] i ran through brambles, blooming thistle
i washed my face in the river when you whistled me on.
[woman:] darling dear, what hav eyou done?
your hands and face are smeared with blood.
[daughter:] the chaplain came and called me out
to beat and to butcher his mother's sow
[woman:] but darling dear, they found him dead
this morning on the riverbed.
but hush now darling, don't you cry.
your reward's in the sweet by-and -by.
hush now baby, don't you cry.
your reward's in the sweet by-and-by.
[crone:] and now we've seen your powers
softly stretch the hours
you're a fickle little twister
are you sweet on your sister?
as now you go wandering home.
-The Decemberists
Supposedly everything always turns out ok. But, really, what else are we to say? No one's going to tell you "Oh well, it might suck and then you might die what are you going to do?" Lies. But it's either be an optimist and survive in ignorant bliss or piss about everything and be pretty miserable.
It's a good thing I don't do drugs. I should probably avoid anything that warps reality, considering mine alone has its own acid-trip-tasting-colors moments almost everyday.
Help? Not a desperate help, but only curiosity towards someone to sort things out for me. It needs to make sense, too. I'm tired.