p.s. some bright eyes lyrics, from memory...

Jun 15, 2006 00:44

*balance beam*

there was a man holding a megaphone, he must have been the voice of god. the bystanders claimed they saw angels flying up and down the block. they must have been attached to wires, i seen one laying in the lawn with a broken arm, so i called 911. well thats one less founded opinion one more cause for a dispute. so the street filled like a basin up with cameras and their crews. and they washed away the rumors leaving just the concrete truth, it was a spectacle, no i mean a miracle.
and i fell like that girl from a balance beam. a gymnasium of eyes all were holding onto me. i lifted one foot to cross the other and i felt myself slipping, it was a small mistake, sometimes thats all it takes.
now i'm staring at my wrists, hoping that the timing's right, when the planet's will align, there'll be no planets to align, just the carcass of the sun, little painted marbles spinning senseless in an endless black sky.
it was in a foreign hotel bathtub i baptised myself in change. and one by one i drowned all of the people i had been. and i emerged to find the parallels were fewer, i was cleansed. i looked in the mirror, and someone new was there. but i was as helpless as a chess piece when i was lifted up by someone's hand. and delivered from the corner my enemies had got me in. but in all of my salvation i still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell that is myself. so i wait for the day when i hear the key, as it turns in the lock and the guard will say to me, oh my patient prisoner you've waited for this day and finally you are free, you are free, you are freezing.
now i'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode, cos a day is gonna come, don't know when but it will come, and we'll finally know the way out of here.
and we'll throw away our wrinkled map, and our chart of stars and compass cracked, and i'll climb that tree all wet with sap, to avoid the hungry beasts below.
i'll cut out my lover's tongue and sing of a graveyard grey and a garden green, and we won't have to worry no more, no we won't have to wonder again, about how this song or story ends, about how this song and story will end.

^one of the best songs ever written. god bless conor oberst ;)
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