March 31, 2010
March 30, 2010
March 25, 2010
THIS NIGHT
WELL I WROTE YOUR NAME AND BURNED IT,
TO SEE THE COLOR OF THE FLAME.
AND IT BURNED OUT THE WHOLE SPECTRUM,
AS IF YOU WERE EVERYTHING.
MINE JUST BURNED GOLD,
A NORMAL FLAME.
I AM NOT ANYTHING.
AND ALL THAT I REMEMBER IS THE FEELING OF WAKING UP.
WE WERE KIDS, YOU WERE THE SUN TO WHICH MY EYES WOULD NOT ADJUST.
WE WERE KIDS, I WAS A FOUNTAIN,
YOU COULD NEVER DRINK ENOUGH.
THEN CAME ALL THE BOYS WHO SWEPT YOU UP, PLAYING CARELESS WITH YOUR HEART.
EVERY NIGHT THERE WAS A NEW GIRL
SITTING BESIDE ME IN MY CAR.
SOMETHING DIES WHEN YOU GROW OLDER,
BUT YOU DO THE BEST YOU CAN.
I AM GLAD.
I AM GLAD...
YOU FOUND A GOOD MAN.
TO SEE THE COLOR OF THE FLAME.
AND IT BURNED OUT THE WHOLE SPECTRUM,
AS IF YOU WERE EVERYTHING.
MINE JUST BURNED GOLD,
A NORMAL FLAME.
I AM NOT ANYTHING.
AND ALL THAT I REMEMBER IS THE FEELING OF WAKING UP.
WE WERE KIDS, YOU WERE THE SUN TO WHICH MY EYES WOULD NOT ADJUST.
WE WERE KIDS, I WAS A FOUNTAIN,
YOU COULD NEVER DRINK ENOUGH.
THEN CAME ALL THE BOYS WHO SWEPT YOU UP, PLAYING CARELESS WITH YOUR HEART.
EVERY NIGHT THERE WAS A NEW GIRL
SITTING BESIDE ME IN MY CAR.
SOMETHING DIES WHEN YOU GROW OLDER,
BUT YOU DO THE BEST YOU CAN.
I AM GLAD.
I AM GLAD...
YOU FOUND A GOOD MAN.
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FUNDAMENTAL NOTHINGNESS
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