Last time I was on this beach
You broke my heart
I drank wine and went
Antiquing, swearing
To never give a damn about you
again
But you have made a fool of me
again
Already history is repeating?
Already it's time for another feeding?
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Random Beach Verses Part Deux
The last time I was here there was a north wind
Is that symbolic for the jet stream
Carrying thoughts of you down to me
Why can't we be who we really are
Or at least stop trying to be
I guess the distance makes storytellers of us both
Your north wind is prickly on my pores
Has a cleansing effect on my thoughts
A cold shower on a hot day
The longer I stay here
The wind has changed
Everyone here not from Britain
Is from New Amsterdam
Is that symbolic for the jet stream
Carrying thoughts of you down to me
Why can't we be who we really are
Or at least stop trying to be
I guess the distance makes storytellers of us both
Your north wind is prickly on my pores
Has a cleansing effect on my thoughts
A cold shower on a hot day
The longer I stay here
The wind has changed
Everyone here not from Britain
Is from New Amsterdam
Random Beach Verses Part I
Every creation myth needs a devil
"And it's the devil I love.
That's as funny as real love
And that's as real as true love."
All we want is someone to grow old with
Someone to do all the stuff with
We deceive ourselves into thinking
That we really want what we can't have
Sometimes we get it
We're more alone than before
That other-sex version of ourselves
In the living room mirror
Is what our heart wants
Though the groin tries to lie.
The devil I love is the
Story woven by the groin
Up the bloodstream to the brain.
The devil of creation
Has a name but is nameless
It is just what we want
But can't have.
"And it's the devil I love.
That's as funny as real love
And that's as real as true love."
All we want is someone to grow old with
Someone to do all the stuff with
We deceive ourselves into thinking
That we really want what we can't have
Sometimes we get it
We're more alone than before
That other-sex version of ourselves
In the living room mirror
Is what our heart wants
Though the groin tries to lie.
The devil I love is the
Story woven by the groin
Up the bloodstream to the brain.
The devil of creation
Has a name but is nameless
It is just what we want
But can't have.
Outro With Bees (Case)
How's hope feeling today
Tired and sick of this place
Red wine is fast
At the lip of your glass
Saying I'm going to ruin
Everything
Everything
So its better my sweet
That we hover like bees
'Cause there's no sure footing
No love, I believe
Tired and sick of this place
Red wine is fast
At the lip of your glass
Saying I'm going to ruin
Everything
Everything
So its better my sweet
That we hover like bees
'Cause there's no sure footing
No love, I believe
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