Hello

Mar 16, 2007 00:58

So yah, I'm new to LJ and I'm tired, so sadly to some, or thankfully for others, this will be short.

The entire point of this one is to explain the name and say hello. DoesHe, comes from 2 artists that I like, one more than the other.
Rilo Kiley has a song, "Does He Love You?," which is a song that I really like. It has NO CHORUS, and you have to listen to the entire song to understand it. The song is basically about how the threads of friendship are constantly being pulled on, and how trust is ever wavering.

Bright Eyes has a song, "The Calendar Hung Itself," which is a song that I love. It also has NO CHORUS, and though you don't have to listen to the whole song to get it, you should. In fact, I think I'll go ahead and post the lyrics here.

"Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you

Oh does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
And does he cry through broken sentences that I love you far too much?
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried you smoke too many cigarettes

Is he coughing now, on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there's a thousand more
You won't ever see
But you must hold inside yourself eternally

Well I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death
In every city, memories would whisper, here is where you rest
I was determined in chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
And I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her
She had eyes bright enough to burn me. they reminded me of yours
And in a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
And there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed

And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end
Where I wrote
You make me happy
Oh when skies are gray
You make me happy oh when skies are gray, and gray, and gray

Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
With its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
But I will not weep for those dying days
For all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid"

bright eyes

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