I'm really enjoying the new Calexico album Garden Ruin.
felt a tremor stir beneath my breath
that forecasts storms on the gallup poll
waking up from the nightmare news
hoping to read a sign in the morning air
nothing changes here and nothing improves
all say my friends who just want out
and leave these troubles behind
scatter like paper in the eye of the storm
documented with a silenced note
that's only heard from far away
more cards in play, following suit
everywhere you look, you only see red
wonder when to call off the race
watching a horse running down its last legs
when you think it couldn't get much worse
the numbers rise on the death toll
and the chimes of freedom flash and fade
only heard from far, far away
i hear you can't trust in your own
now the grey is broken in the early morn
and the words forming barely have a voice
it's just your heart that's breaking without choice
everything you hear is distorted in your head
bouncing off the walls, unraveling the thread
staying up with the blue screen glow
forgetting everything you ever dreamed years ago
when the dread is flowing down my veins
i want to tear it all down and build it up again
hear your heart that's breaking without choice
i want to hear those chimes ring again
ring again
--All Systems Red by Calexico
felt a tremor stir beneath my breath
that forecasts storms on the gallup poll
waking up from the nightmare news
hoping to read a sign in the morning air
nothing changes here and nothing improves
all say my friends who just want out
and leave these troubles behind
scatter like paper in the eye of the storm
documented with a silenced note
that's only heard from far away
more cards in play, following suit
everywhere you look, you only see red
wonder when to call off the race
watching a horse running down its last legs
when you think it couldn't get much worse
the numbers rise on the death toll
and the chimes of freedom flash and fade
only heard from far, far away
i hear you can't trust in your own
now the grey is broken in the early morn
and the words forming barely have a voice
it's just your heart that's breaking without choice
everything you hear is distorted in your head
bouncing off the walls, unraveling the thread
staying up with the blue screen glow
forgetting everything you ever dreamed years ago
when the dread is flowing down my veins
i want to tear it all down and build it up again
hear your heart that's breaking without choice
i want to hear those chimes ring again
ring again
--All Systems Red by Calexico
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I talked to Katie earlier this week
I am glad to see that you are familiar with the works of Whitehouse. I thought this site was the kind of place I might get some recognition. Needless to say all my co-workers, acquaintances and friends looked blank when I mentioned Whitehouse and uncomprehending when I explained the principle.
I am sad to hear that you don't feel deserving of your wonderments. I am never quite sure how I feel about such matters. I guess on the one hand I am scandalised that a fellow as terrific as I should be living alone on modest means rather than surrounded by jacuzzi babes and riding in a stretch Navigator (sorry - I'm still on that hip-hop tip!); but, on some other level - less accessible but more profoundly rooted - I must not feel deserving of anyone else's love.
Last night, around at Emma C's, I wanted more than anything to stroke her hair, to put my arm around her, to kiss her goodbye. But I didn't, couldn't.