Harpsichord

[bookishlady]

Harpsichord

What is that like 
They ask, 
Playing the harpsichord--
And I say it’s “tinny”
Like rain on warehouse rooftops. 
It’s metallic
Like that taste in your mouth.

(I’ve assembled musicians in a room. 
They’re all the might-have-beens,
The were-nots,
The would-have-loved-you-betters 
Who have written songs for me.

Some songs are about 
How lovely I am--

Comments

[imaginaut]

Hey! I was listening to that Beth Orton song the other day when I posted! And you talked about So Jealous on MySpace the other day, which I just got! Are you music-stalking me?

[bookishlady]

maybe i am...but i know you're taken. :0)

i wish someone would stalk ME! it seems i am not very stalk-able. i must have lost that kind of charm somewhere back in high school. maybe i could get my stalker-mojo back, like austin powers.

[imaginaut]

Actually I'm not...I broke up with her a couple of days ago. The relationship had been over for quite a while anyway, I just didn't see it/didn't want to accept it.

And rest assured, if you weren't so far away, DAMN RIGHT I'd be the one on the ladder outside your window, Belushi-style!

[bookishlady]

oh, i'm sorry to hear that. welcome to the break-up train! all aboard.

the ladder outside of my window makes me think of dawson's creek more than a stalker...

[imaginaut]

I like that a lot better...that means I can actually come in!