i don't tend to have any desire to post other's words
in my journal... but these words are so... i dont' know...
Bright Eyes - "Amy in the White Coat"
You take your clothes off right after school. The tea is on. The flame is blue. You hope this won't take all afternoon. The TV is waiting to talk to you. It's your naked body on the white velour but there is no feeling just weight on you. And you get nauseous as he speaks to you. Such proper language for acts so cruel. He says, "We all follow the riles and we can't very well go and break them, now can we, for you?" "Your older sisters I had them too. But you're my favorite. You know it's true. You look like your mother in that thin disguise. You parting mouth. Your shutting eyes. And the way that you hate me and the length of your hair. It is the reason I made you. It is the bond that we share. You see we are all trying to endure. You could easilly go and make your own life somewhere, couldn't you?" With the sun you rise but you keep your eyes shut. The alarm clock lies. Get to school on time. Where you're a bag of warm fluid. Where you're a corpse in the class. You walk so near to the lockers. You lay so low to the grass. Did you get that coat from the principal? Did you get that bruise on the bus? You should wash your hair more. You should look more like us. I saw you walking once under powder blue skies. But you looked cold still. Your collar was high. And I tried to talk to you but you walked right by. I don't know which I said then, hello or goodbye. Or that we all want to be pure but it isn't a very easy thing, now is it, to do?
Ok I could barely even type these words... My hands shook the whole time... wow...
Bright Eyes - "Amy in the White Coat"
You take your clothes off right after school. The tea is on. The flame is blue. You hope this won't take all afternoon. The TV is waiting to talk to you. It's your naked body on the white velour but there is no feeling just weight on you. And you get nauseous as he speaks to you. Such proper language for acts so cruel. He says, "We all follow the riles and we can't very well go and break them, now can we, for you?" "Your older sisters I had them too. But you're my favorite. You know it's true. You look like your mother in that thin disguise. You parting mouth. Your shutting eyes. And the way that you hate me and the length of your hair. It is the reason I made you. It is the bond that we share. You see we are all trying to endure. You could easilly go and make your own life somewhere, couldn't you?" With the sun you rise but you keep your eyes shut. The alarm clock lies. Get to school on time. Where you're a bag of warm fluid. Where you're a corpse in the class. You walk so near to the lockers. You lay so low to the grass. Did you get that coat from the principal? Did you get that bruise on the bus? You should wash your hair more. You should look more like us. I saw you walking once under powder blue skies. But you looked cold still. Your collar was high. And I tried to talk to you but you walked right by. I don't know which I said then, hello or goodbye. Or that we all want to be pure but it isn't a very easy thing, now is it, to do?
Ok I could barely even type these words... My hands shook the whole time... wow...