Trouble With Dreams

This is also very good.

“This is the life that I must lead now. Crossing fingers and wiping brows.”

 

Song on Repeat

This song is tracing a grove in my brain today. With clips from Parallel Lives, Parallel Worlds, a film about his investigation into his father’s life and their relationship.

I go to bed real early
Everybody thinks it’s strange
I get up early in the morning
No matter how disappointed i was
With the day before
It feels new

I don’t leave the house much
I don’t like being around people
Makes me nervous and weird
I don’t like going to shows either
It’s better for me to stay home
Some might think it means i hate people
But that’s not quite right

I do some stupid things
But my heart’s in the right place
And this i know

I got a dog
I take him for a walk
And all the people like to say hello
I’m used to staring down at the sidewalk cracks
I’m learning how to say hello
Without too much trouble

I’m turning out just like my father
Though i swore i never would
Now i can say that i have a love for him
I never really understood
What it must have been like for him
Living inside his head

I feel like he’s here with me now
Even though he’s dead

It’s not all good and it’s not all bad
Don’t believe everything you read
I’m the only one who knows what it’s like
So i though i’d better tell you
Before i leave

So in the end i’d like to say
That i’m a very thankful man
I tried to make the most of my situations
And enjoy what i had
I knew true love and i knew passion
And the difference between the two
And i had some regrets
But if i had to do it all again
Well, it’s something i’d like to do

 

Mr. Butterfly Man

Includes a list of things he detests:

1. Italicized passages in novels which are meant to represent the protagonist’s cloudbursts of thought.
2. Background music, canned music, piped-in music, portable music…inflicted music.
3. Abridged manuals.
4. Journalistic cliches…”the moment of truth.”
5. Humility…”splendid word”

 

Fever Ray – Cover Versions

Nick Cave cover – Stranger Than Kindness

Here Before

 

Now’s the Only Time I Know

Dark brown hair and eyelash
Reappear in a lash
Now’s the only time I know

Early morning’s greatest deed
What’s forsaken, I do not need
There is water, there is snow

Settling down door and room
Keep it tidy, keep it like a home
Now’s the only time I know

Come here, sparrow
Watch my hand
Black and blue seeds
That is what my hand can
Now’s the only time I know

Do my hair, paint eyelash
Reappear in a flash
There is more I’d like to know

Nine-fifteen, then I’m done
Quiet front seat, then drive around
Through the water, through the snow

 

Seven

I’ve got a friend who I’ve known since I was seven
We use to talk on the phone, if we have time, if it’s the right time

Accompany me by the kitchen sink
We talk about love, we talk about dishwasher tablets, illness
And we dream about heaven

I know it, I think I know it from a hymn
They’ve said so, it doesn’t need more explanation
A box to open up with light and sound
Making you cold
Very cold

I leave home at seven
Under a heavy sky, I ride my bike up, I ride my bike down

November smoke and your toes go numb
A new colour on the Globe
It goes from white to red, a little voice in my head says oh, oh, oh

I know it, I think I know it from a hymn
They’ve said so, it doesn’t need more explanation
A box to open up with light and sound
And if you don’t
You’re on your own

 

Stranger Than Kindness

I can’t stop watching this. Very similar effect to the live show.

 

Concrete Walls

I live between concrete walls
When I took her up she was so warm

I live between concrete walls
In my arms she was so warm

Eyes are open and mouth cries
Haven’t slept since summer

Oh how I try
I leave the TV on
And the radio

Best YouTube exchange:

Looks so cool, wish I was there. Is she a headless person?

Yes,,,, she lost her head… a while ago

 

Coconut

He came back one day and
Told me stories that I now dream of

Oh oh oh oh

Open atmosphere
Take me anywhere take me there

Oh oh oh oh

We have water mouth
Sand in pockets and a strained household

Oh oh oh oh

When the night falls
There is fire in the bungalow

Lay back with a big cigar
Lay back we are where we are
Lay back with a big cigar
Lay back this is where we are

 

Keep the Streets Empty For Me

Memory comes when memory’s old
I am never the first to know
Following the stream up North
Where do people like us float

There is room in my lap
For bruises, asses, handclaps
I will never disappear
Forever, I’ll be here

Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me

I learned to not eat the snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think about to change myself

A lot of hope in a one man tent
There’s no room for innocence
Take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm

Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me

Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born