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| april, 2001 (lyrics) I don't want anything to change except this blind spot at my window pane I can't imagine spring time on your face the winter breeze being killed by beauty replaced Everyone knows we need a break the free spirit in you that no one can tame Boots full of mud September you take the road less travelled just so you can save yourself The time of the year when you can't find a reason in the world to be unsatisfied Your mind breathes deep, though your heart still may cry, and it's easy It's easy. |
| april 7, 2001 I listen to you outside my window, which is hardly a window at all Sometimes I want to crawl into, as though you are the safest place, lightning and thunder cradling every woe of a young woman I feel you, like an army taking away the enemy A sheet of something that leaves everything so clear, and then leaves everything as nothing at all |
| april 14, 2001 when you come around spreading good humour of your other life, like Superman in a phone booth: changing, I feel a sort of sickness, like the one in first grade when all I really wanted was to get away from the teacher who said I spelled my name completely wrong |
| april 15, 2001 I'll hunt you down and tell you which pain it is in me that loves and adores you I'll carry it all on my back down the one way streets near the beach Then you'll dance around it, fallen and broken, pretending what you need, one hundred percent of you needing, is buried deep inside of twisted rubble twisted flesh You see I love you. Clearly And clearly see nothing more |
| april 23, 2001 My year has been the bottom of a fish pond Everlongingly a pirate over the surface of water, trying to see someone other than myself reflecting back trying to see a prize A you. Or A You. Or the mouthpiece of your saxaphone. or melted pots, stuck to the floor, full of boiling seaweed and years of continuous longing My life, repeatedly stuck between a lonely ghost's undertoe and grandma's favourite rowboat, all sunken and soaked with wreck |
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