If I don’t have s-s-s-s-s-s-sex by the end of the week, I’m g-g-g-going to die If I don’t feel a p-p-p-p-pair of s-s-s-soft l-l-l-l-lips on my own, oh, I’m going to hang my head and cry. If I don’t feel w-w-w-warm breathe on the n-n-n-nape of my n-n-n-n-neck or feel a nice post-coital sigh C’mon baby, you can tell the cops why
Menomena - Wet and Rusting (Loaf:A Deli Tea Version)
I made you a present, you’ll never expect it And when you unravel the secret will travel It’s hard to take risks with a pessimist I hope that this shaking will help us awaken Separated by skin ‘til we let ourselves in It’s hard to take risks with a pessimist It’s hard to take risks I hope one will burn me, I know you’ll desert me (This is the closest I’ve come to touching you the way I want) The hope can be painful, I’ll try to be faithful (It’s hard to take risks)
Long night. Last call. Blood-shot eyes from some drinks too tall. I breathe in deep and i swear to god i’ll die if i go home alone tonight. I raise my head slow hoping to find a girl i don’t know, but wouldn’t mind showing a good time to, feeling alright with, doing something we might regret in the morning. You, in the cardigan - you’re tired of all your friends. And you, with your hair pulled back just right —you’re bored with all your friends. I want to be with you tonight. Our legs crossed and our tounges tied. Now which one of you poor souls wants to drive me home?
"I hope this letter finds you well. I know you’re busy and it’s tough to find time. I don’t mind. Short and sweet and to the point. My best to you and yours." Correspondence corresponds to a moment where I thought I knew where you stood. I’ll keep them in hopes that moment might have meant something to you as well.
Dreams are each class. Big school, don’t run. Face front. Big school, sit still. Be quiet, show up on time. Big school, meet fold. Pass notes. big school, aim high. Try hard. Big school, don’t run. Big school, be quiet.
You are, you are, and you are… and i am your warm body- how bad does it hurt? i feel nothing but you breathe through me through you- it passes through me-slides off like rain breath through me, breathe through you, breathe you bite my lip when we kiss- -it bleeds and i fall in love- you are, you are, you are, you are, and you are…
The Dirty Projectors - I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine (Bob Dylan Cover)
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine Alive as you or me Tearing through these quarters In the utmost misery With a blanket underneath his arm And a coat of solid gold Searching for the very souls Whom already have been sold.
"Arise, arise", he cried so loud With a voice without restraint "Come out ye gifted kings and queens And hear my sad complaint No martyr is among ye now Whom you can call your own So go on your way accordingly But know you’re not alone”.
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine Alive with fiery breath And I dreamed I was amongst the ones That put him out to death Oh, I awoke in anger So alone and terrified I put my fingers against the glass And bowed my head and cried.
Oh, What new languages may come As The Heads of Fate Are Guests Tranquil Taking of A Heart In Love’s Silhouetted Garden The Other-ness of words
Our new times Are the worst Ties
Because The Softest Lips Tell the most precious Secrets
Forget the broken backed stretch across a painted background you’ve never experienced. Forget the lazy days of daydream departure to faraway laughs you’ve never heard. Forget the backwards walk through liminal windows you never knew existed.
Forget the bells tolling an hour of redemption, a minute of fancy you’ve never been given. Forget the love letters penned by sad faced boys you’ve never met. Forget the unwritten, uncollected works of the poet you never were.