"I’m fraudulent, a thief at best. A coward who paints a bullshit canvas.."

[nofinalemotion]

"You are what you love

This is no great illusion
When I’m with you I’m looking for a ghost
Or invisible reasons
To fall out of love and run screaming from our home
Because we live in a house of mirrors
We see our fears and everything
Our songs, faces, and second-hand clothes
But more and more we're suffering
Not nobody, not a thousand beers
Can keep us from feeling so all alone

But you are what you love
And not what loves you back
That's why I’m here on your doorstep
Pleading for you to take me back

The phone is a fine invention
It allows me to talk endlessly to you
About nothing disguising my intentions
Which I’m afraid, my friend, are wildly untrue
It's a sleight of hand, a white soul band
The heart attacks I’m convinced I have
Every morning upon waking
To you I’m a symbol or a monument
Your rite of passage to fulfilment
But I’m not yours for the taking

But you are what you love
And not what loves you back
I guess that's why you keep calling me back

I’m fraudulent, a thief at best
A coward who paints a bullshit canvas
Things that will never happen to me
But at arms length, it's Tim who said
I’m good at it, I’ve mastered it
Avoiding, avoiding everything

But you are what you love, Tim
And not what loves you back
And I’m in love with illusions
So saw me in half
I’m in love with tricks
So pull another rabbit out of your hat.."

- Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins

This song struck
three formerly
drunk and rowdy
girls silent
at three in the morn'
while I drove us all
back to my house to crash
after a long night
of drinking.

Listen to it
here if you
would like:

http://somuchsilence.blogspot.com/2006/03/jenny-lewis-and-watson-twins-on-kcrw.html