Tuesday, June 30, 2009

no children...

I hope that our few remaining friends
give up on trying to save us.
I hope we come up with a fail safe plot
to piss off the dumb few that forgave us.
I hope the fences we mended
fall down beneath their own weight.
And I hope we hang on past the last exit;
I hope it's already too late.
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
someday burns down.
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away,
and I never come back to this town
again in my life.
I hope I lie
and tell everyone you were a good wife.
And I hope you die.
I hope we both die.

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow.
I hope it bleeds all day long.
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises.
We're pretty sure they're all wrong.
I hope it stays dark forever.
I hope the worst isn't over.
And I hope you blink before I do.
Yeah, I hope I never get sober.
And I hope when you think of me years down the line,
you can't find one good thing to say.
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out,
you'd stay the hell out of my way.
I am drowning.
There is no sign of land.
You are coming down with me,
hand in unlovable hand.
And I hope you die.
I hope we both die.

~the mountain goats

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Thursday, June 18, 2009

all for the best...


where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet...
sinking feeling.

spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening,
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

hide and seek...
trains and sewing machines...
all those years,
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.

hide and seek...
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)...
blood and tears (hearts),
they were here first.

mmmm whatcha say,
mmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did.
mmmm whatcha say,
mmmm that it's all for the best?
of course it is.
mmmm whatcha say?
mmmm that it's just what we need.
you decided this.
mmm whatcha say?
mmmm what did she say?

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs.
speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit.

(hide and seek)
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs.

(hide and seek)
speak no feeling, no i don't believe you.
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a (you don't care a) bit.

(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit.
oh no, you don't care a bit.

(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit.
you don't care a bit.
you don't care a bit...

~imogen heap

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

far to sea...

In the morning,
when you turn in,
I'll be out of reach.

And in the darkness,
when you find this,
I'll be far to sea.

You have broken me, all the way down.
You'll be the last, you'll see.