"You look so good in the shoes of an outcast
I kissed your throat every time they said it wouldn't last
But then I knew you, I knew you, I knew you
I really knew you

We fell apart in the parties of the empty heart
We danced the junkies in the shadows of bad modern art
We clicked our heels and we wished we were home
One more tab and your silk hits the chrome..."

"Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
There are bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where

A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed
She caves

The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Koran's mute
If you burn them all together you get close to the truth still
They are pouring over sanscript on the ivy league moons
While shadows lengthen in the sun

Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four winds, cry until it comes

And it's the sum of man
Slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks, it breaks, it breaks

Well, I went back to my rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"

And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
Heard four winds leveling the pines

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't remain with all that outer space
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves"

--Bright Eyes- "Four Winds"

this guy is a lyrical genius.

"NOBODY IS COMPLETE. DON'T LOOK FOR THE OTHER, DON'T LOOK FOR THE THINGS, THIS IS NOT THE ANSWER. PLEASE, YOU WOULD NEVER BE AN ENTIRE PERSON. STOP LIVING AS A CONSUMER . NOBODY, AND NOTHING, WILL RELIEVE YOUR EMPTINESS. EVEN LOVE CAN..T DO THAT."

p.s.
(it's a post trying to promote a band, and they suck. should have known by the caps...) i must admit when i thought someone was saying this out loud to millions, not for fame, it meant more.

...and then i think i hear angels in my ears
like marbles being thrown against a mirror
and along the highway where unlucky stray dogs bleed
wild sage growing in the weeds

and some days i don't miss my family
and some days i do
some days i think i'd feel better if i tried harder
most days i know it's not true

iris: what happened to you, roy?
roy: life didn't turn out the way i expected.

oh, how could anyone not love the terrible things you do?
oh, how could anyone not try and help you?
oh, how could anyone try to rip it all apart?
oh, how could anyone not love your cold, black heart?
oh, how could anyone not finally diminish---
the thrill of blood comes instantly; there's only darkness at the finish.

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"sorry, but i've got to go
the birth was quick but the death was slow
there was so much i didn't now
so much i never knew about you

and so we disconnect
the room goes quiet around us
it's called the life effect
will it always surround us?"

"...and so we disconnect
the room grows quiet around us
nothing left to protect
the end has finally found us

the day is almost over
it's almost time for bed
so now you've finally lost me
rest your weary head"

"If you have it, you don't need to have anything else- and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have."

--Sir J. Barrie

I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102

I just don't think I'll ever get over you

I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs

I just don't think I'll ever get over you

Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years
But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love

I just don't think I'll ever get over you

If I lived till I was 102

I just don't think I'll ever get over you

this is the BEST record i have heard all year. even though i am interpol's number one fan, i doubt that they can top this. hope i am wrong.

"he was gonna go down in flames, that was his style..."
--s. pearcy

when you try your best but you don't succeed
when you get what you want but not what you need
when you feel so tired but you can't sleep
stuck in reverse

high up above or down below
when you're too in love to let it go
but if you never try you'll never know
just what you're worth

and the tears come streaming down your face
when you lose something you can't replace
or you love someone but it goes to waste
what could be worse?...