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The LabyrinthI bet your fortressed face belied your fort of lace... (endless fiona apple tributes) May 12 I looked at your face in the sunset… Up close, Too close to feel so far. I looked at your face in the lamplight, And loved all of you, Felt death around you, Felt death around your lover. I looked at the dark in the moonlit night, Felt your arms around, From the side, Never turned to face a face, Just lips and shadows, Now I can stare if I want. Exploring the romance of decay
She’s cutting down autumn trees to make kindling for fuel for a fire, For winter. She’ll be burning away, Casting a shadow, On herself. She’s growing down, To nestle her bones. She’s carving her memory, Hoping you’ll need it, Knowing a lack for want, Her torture. Ana is a sweet girl, Bound in a bittersweet ground. To know of the divine pleasures of rotten earth, There’ll be food for the carrion. January 29 Next one up a contemptible snobThe early cars
Already are Drawing deep breaths past my door And last night's phrases Sick with lack of basis Are still writhing on my floor And it doesn't seem fair That your wicked words should work In holding me down No, it doesn't seem right To take information Given at close range For the gag And the bind And the ammunition round Conversation once colored by esteem Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood Took a vacation, my palate got clean Now I could taste your agenda While you spitting your cud And it doesn't make sense I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown No, it doesn't seem right To take information Given at close range For the gag And the bind And the ammunition round This is not about love 'Cause I am not in love In fact I can't stop falling out This is not about love 'Cause I am not in love In fact I can't stop falling out I miss that stupid ache What is this posture I have to stare at That's what he said when I was sittin' up straight Change the name of the game 'Cause he lost And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late But I'm not being fair 'Cause I chose to live life with a filthy mouth But I'd like to choose right, Take all the things that I've said that you've stole Put 'em in a sack Swing 'em over your shoulder Change my ways Step out of this fight Try to live in the life that you like This is not about love 'Cause I am not in love In fact I cant stop falling out This is not about love 'Cause I am not in love In fact i cant stop falling out I miss that stupid ache -Fiona Apple It came to pass that the pavement was laid in blood by circus folk. They peered from behind a barricade and were entertained when she wandered on the trail. Their work was done for them and in such a grandiose manner. The clown could barely contain his smile behind his pretty mask. It had been glued in place centuries ago to conceal some intolerably grotesque visage. From the pavement bricks protruded three razor sharp prongs that took the hard work out of close combat. Next in line, in the congregation to wish her ‘bon voyage’ was a parasite. He travelled from shoulder to shoulder. Sometimes it seemed that the host suffered less than she did when both gazes were fixed on her lips and her feet. Next down the track was a beardless man; my bitter anima. The river was rising high at this point, the barbs becoming bigger. They seemed to be growing and contorting like mutated horns. Soon they would reach her height; conquer her. ..."I begin to see that a man's got to be in his own Heaven to be
happy." -Mark Twain November 07 He took the bait and left in haste. He used it to light spot fires all over the world; in places she knew that he knew she frequented.
"Spot fires don't contribute to global warming", he would say. "They just change the scenery". He couldn't stand to be still.
He burnt down the fences surrounding her house countless times and charred the thin walls and fragile contents with precision.
He knew the exact limits of damage he could inflict before she would have to leave. Though she knew that his purest desire was to watch
flames burn and sculpt stagnant shapes. She wondered why he chose this slow burning method. Perhaps when she left he
might claim it for himself. But then, it was almost in ruins. How could he ever want so much work to do? He destoyed. He was not a creator.
Perhaps he wanted a theme park at his disposal without the responsibility of playing in the streets. Maybe he wanted to burn her down with it.
Maybe it was the best thing to do. Her most prized possessions were already gone; it made sense the rest should follow. Though she was
never around much; she was too busy extinguishing the other blazes. November 04 For NickThe shell
Living grows round us like a skin
To shut away the outer desolation
For if we clearly mark the furthest deep
We should be dead long years before the grave
But turning around within the homely shell
Of worry, discontent and narrow joy
We grow and flourish
And rarely see the outside dark
That would confound our eyes
Some break the shell
I think that there are those who push their fingers through the brittle walls
And make a hole
And through this cruel slit
Stare out across the cinders of the world with naked eyes
They look both out and in knowing themselves and too much else beside
-Molly Drake
Recited by Gabrielle Drake for her brother Nick Drake in 'A Skin Too Few' ..."Don't you have a word to show what may be done
Have you never heard a way to find the sun" " And see the sun when day is done
If only you see Just what you are beneath a star" "In my eyes
Indisposed In disguise As no one knows Hides the face Lies the snake The sun In my disgrace" " But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within" " Won't do no good to hold no searchlight
You can't illuminate what time has anchored down" " I've wished on the lidded blue flames
Under your brow And baby I wished for you" " I want your warm
But it will only make me colder when it's over" "I was staring at the sky
Just looking for a star To pray on, or wish on Or something like that" " And you've early closed your curtains
I'll wait by the backstage door" " Oh, he made my blood just burn
I flipped so far I thought that I would not return " " Let the damned breeze dry my face"
" I don't understand about
The weather outside" " Limitless undying love which shines around me
Like a million suns" " Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way. See how they shine. If you need a friend I'm sailing right behind." " You'll save me from this darkness" (?) October 19 Betty said she prayed today For the sky to blow away Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say About things today And fallen leaves. Said she hadn't heard the news Hadn't had the time to choose A way to lose But she believes. Going to see the river man Going to tell him all I can About the plan For lilac time. If he tells me all he knows About the way his river flows And all night shows In summertime. Betty said she prayed today For the sky to blow away Or maybe stay She wasn't sure. For when she thought of summer rain Calling for her mind again She lost the pain And stayed for more. Going to see the river man Going to tell him all I can About the ban On feeling free. If he tells me all he knows About the way his river flows I don't suppose It's meant for me. Betty fell behind awhile
Said she hadn't time to smile Or die in style. But still she tries Said her time was growing short Hadn't done the things she ought Where teacher taught And Father flies - Nick Drake Oh, how they come and go Oh, how they come and go October 16 “Why, I didn’t order anything?” she said. “But it has your name on it” he said. “I’ll have a look at it.” The delivery man awaited eagerly, his metal helmet shifting awkwardly on his head as he peered into the unfolding package. “See… It’s pretty isn’t it? If a picture tells a thousand words this tells a billion.” “It is… beautiful... but it can’t be mine, surely it belongs to someone else.” October 07 The blessed unrest has become cursed.
He's hidden among cloaks and gravity and "people from a time when he was everything he's s'posed to be".
If only he could find a woman; but he hates them. And men... well, they're increasingly detached. Those tried and true lines
designed to draw a crowd of her desires. They work until the polish wears off... well actually they only worked the first time a
few years back when the flowers bloomed. He makes his mark on dirty carpet these days. People can see his feet are dirty so
anything white is forbidden. 'Tis a shame that purity is the only thing that could cure him. September 10 "I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
the windows are small and the walls almost bare, there's only one bed and there's only one prayer; I listen all night for your step on the stair. " -Leonard Cohen September 02 We won't have a thing, so we've got nothing to lose "Two dollar color pictures from a photo booth
Dirty stepped on lying out on the floor of their room Faces fell long in the half light He looks all wrong but that's her alright Look at him smiling full of teeth Clenched tight He knew the one time with the army captain He got one that whole deal before it happened Said its okay I knew exactly what you meant When you said you were an accident But when it's 3am he wonders where in the hell she went And he'll drive all over town Drive all over town And he'll drive all over town Drive all over town" -Elliott Smith Until he tracks her down He'll drive all over town |
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