- The Cribs Be Safe 歌詞
- The Cribs
- One of those ******* awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger. An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour. These are the days when I hate the world, hate the rich, hate the happy, hate the complacent, the TV watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones. Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realising that. Theres no preventative, directive or safe approach for living. We each know our own fate. We know from our youth how to be treated, how well be received, how we shall end. These things dont change. You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities , continents but sooner or later your own self will always catch up. Always it waits in the wings. Ideas swirl but dont stick. They appear but then run off like rain on the wind*******eld. One of those rainy day car rides my head implodes, the a*******osphere in this car a mirror of my skull. Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold. Walls of grey. Nothing good on the radio. Not a thought in my head.
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow, frame by frame with two minutes that take ten years to live out. Yeah, lets do that.
Telephone poles like praying mantras against the sky, metal arms outstretched. So much land travelled so little sense made of it. It doesnt mean a thing all this land laid out behind us. Id like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while. Im disgusted with petty concerns ; parking tickets,breakfast specials. Does someone just have to carry this weight? Abstract typography, methane inconvenience, linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, and torturous lice, mad Elizabeth. Chemotherapy bull*******t.
The light within you *******nes like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. Like a snake eating its own tail, steam turbine, frog farm, two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, *******, deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories, movements, the movie unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin.
Ive seen your hallway, youre a darn call away, Ive hear your stairs creak. I can fix my mind on your yes, and on your no. Ill film you face today in the sparkling c*******s, all red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection. Racing thoughts, racing thoughts. All too real, youre moving so fast now I cant hold your image. This image I have of your face by the window, me standing beside you arm on your shoulder. A catalogue of images, fla*******ng glimpses then gone again.
Every clear afternoon now Ill picture you up in the air twisting your heel, your knees up around me, my face in your hair. You scream so well, your smile so loud it still rings in my ears.
Imitation. Distant, tired of longing. Clean white teeth. Stay the course. Hold the wheel. Steer on to freedom. Open all the boxes.
Open all the boxes.
Open all the boxes.
Open all the boxes.
Times ******* midday: newspaper buildings, news headlines going around, you watch as they go, and hope that some good comes. Those tree shadows in the park theyre all whistling chasing leaves. Around six pm, shadows across cobblestones, girl in front of a bathroom mirror she slowly and carefully and paints her face green and mask like. A portrait. A green stripe. Long shot through apar*******ent window, a monologue on top but no girl in shot. The light within you *** ****nes like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. Like a snake eating its own tail steam turbine, frog farm, two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, *******, deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories, movements. The movie unreeling, about to begin.
That was great
Yeah? Mine were alright. Wasnt my best one but who cares?
Thats the spirit...
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