Saturday Jan 12, 2008

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sending things to earth . . .
maps, bicycles, feelings . . .
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everthere:
Thank you for the tune, I really enjoyed it.
BTW, I'm still looking for Christ Smither's Live As I'll Ever Be album ever since you posted the lyrics to one of his songs.
everthere:
Good luck come Tuesday. Look forward to seeing the piece.

I understand the allure of wanting to have your favourite lyrics tattooed. I have entertained the notion of having the words to Elbow's Fugitive Motel inked on my skin.

SPOILERS! (Click to view)

Lost in a lullaby
Side of the road
Melt in a memory
Slide in a solitude
Not 'til I can read by the moon
Am I going anywhere
Not 'til I can read by the moon

I blow you a kiss
It should reach you tomorrow
As it flies from the other side of the world
From my room in my fugitive motel
Somewhere in the dust bowl
It flies from the other side of the world

'I'm tired' I said
'You always look tired' she said
'I'm admired' I said
'You always look tired' she said
Not 'til I can read by the moon
Am I going anywhere
Not 'til I can read by the moon

Curtains stay closed
But everyone knows
You hear through the walls in this place
Cigarette holes for every lost soul
To give up the ghost in this place
Give me strength
Give me wings

(PS: typed word for word by yours truly, I can never bring myself to merely copy/paste these words from a lyrics site)



BTW, I remember you mentioning some of your favourite books told by narrators whose accounts need to be taken with a grain of salt and think you might find the book I'm currently reading right up your alley: We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver.

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