or will the rug muffle our yells
will the chipped paint on the walls ever dry?
will the room keep closing in?
you smashed the doorframe
and i’ll burn the halls
just wanna let you go
shall we build a bridge from door to door
to help the postman on his route?
shall we tip-toe through forest and field
to get the job done by ourselves?
gather stargazers and curious wanders
on the other side
-
tell me why you lied
and what it is you do to keep your eyes
all shiny.
in the rollercoaster din,
by the parachutes in saddle shoes
you break your shin.
but I have never seen two eyes
so shiny.
and the sullen beery swine
who try to tangle you in
sullen beery balls of twine,
have they ever seen two eyes
so shiny?
the boys in denim vests,
smoking cigarettes
between their bootblack fingertips,
sweetly tipsy by the half-light.
the light and the
half-light.
-
if you knew how i miss you,
you would not stay away today.
don't you know how i need you?
stay here, my dear, with me.
-
come monday night we turn the telly off
to listen to the silence
light that comes in from outside
if you could catch it all
and pin it to your wall
then you would sleep much better
-
and when i feel like i can feel once again
let me stay awhile
soak it in awhile
if we can hold on we can fix what is wrong
buy a little time
for this head of mine
haven for us
in truth there is no better place to be
than falling out of darkness still to see
without a premonition
could you tell me where we stand?
i'd hate to lose this light
before we land
-
i can't sleep in silence
can't be pitch black in my room
i need some lights on, some distraction
so i won't move
and in the middle of the night when i have
drifted off in sleep
i see a thousand cherry tulips lined up
along my street
i want the sea
i want the whole sea
(and endless cherries)
for you and me
(for crimson colors)
for you and me
(all just for you and me)
-
said you never felt so strange
said i never felt so strange
hanging out with the drifters
the poets and the painters that fill your head
no, i never wanted much
and we're old enough now
to know you never want it till someone does
don't you think you should try a little
to make it all come clean?
is this highway a road to love or
just a way to get to him?
what you gonna get out of nothing?
'cause nothing is the way it seems
i saw you in the silence
i saw you in the darkness
crawling through the pillars of your pain
truly i can see your smile
running with your hair all wild
running for the weekend
looking for the daylight in your eyes
-
lately i have noticed that love has lost all of its class
all these ‘booty calls’ and speed dating scores
makes for love that never lasts
what became of that old fashioned man?
who was happy to hold your hand
who asked permission to kiss your cheek
and how the thrill of it would make your knees weak
lately i’ve noticed that love has lost all its charm
what happened to town hall dances and slow romances
down the boulevard arm in arm?
i’m just looking for a man with an
old fashioned
passion for
me
-
when you're drunk in the alley, baby, with your clothes all torn
and your late night friends leave you in the cold gray dawn
just seemed too many flies on you, i just can't brush them off
angels beating all their wings in time
with smiles on their faces and a gleam right in their eyes
whoa, thought i heard one sigh for you
come on up, come on up, now, come on up now
may the good lord shine a light on you
make every song you sing your favorite tune
may the good lord shine a light on you
warm like the evening sun
-
i will make you a little paper boat
mmmmm, it'll always keep but probably never float
i'll fold the sails perfectly straight
i bet the wind won't blow and you'll have to wait
for the current to pick up and push you forward
and take it's time to get out to sea
a view full of colour and disguise
i hope it takes you to me
oh and if my boat won't float i'll make you a paper crane
i think it means good luck in japan
oh if it flew it would probably crash land
i'm no good with origami
but i'm good at loving you
i'll write you a little French poem
mmmmm, bring all your friends 'cause
you wanna show 'em
i'll make sure its grammatically correct
to read in your head with my french accent
est-que je vais te revoir
et es libre c'est soir
je vais de toi, mon amour
-
i got sunburnt waiting for the jets to land
circus people with hairy little hands
come on boys strike up the army band
i got sunburnt waiting for the jets
how do you feel?
i can't seem to see through solid marble eyes
fiery pianos wash up on a foggy coast
squeaky old organs have given up the ghost
fire them up and kill the pianos
there's creaky old organs burning on the coast
how do you feel?
i can't seem to breath with a rusted metal heart
i can't seem to see through solid marble eyes
-
sometime we can be restrained
they put the weight up on our chains
leave me in the heavy rain
where clouds are so thick you make me pick
between all of this good and bad
you were never told it's not as simple as that
you could be happy if you
hold out your hands
say you want to be happy
and i'll open your eyes
i said don't be so ashamed
don't let them push you into the shade
you replied well it's all the same
have i ever told you about the flame that never died
a spark arose within the darkest of nights
it lit up the room so we could see in daylight
-
tall black trees in the wind
they sway and they bend
leaves in your face
now you're gone
a war can last too long
a memory in your place
and now that you're gone
a war can last too long
time is all it takes
to heal the break that's in my heart
when it gets dark
let's murder all the things we were
turn this to a peaceful place
for time's all it takes
for me to heal the break
oh, say you will carry on
oh, say you'll burn
all those who are wrong.
lord, say you'll put my heart into this song
and i haven't seen you in so long
-
you don't have a clue
what it is like to be next to you
i'm here to tell you
that it is good
that it is true
birds singing a song
old paint is peeling
this is that fresh
that fresh feeling
words can't be that strong
my heart is reeling
this is that fresh
that fresh feeling
-
she lives alone without his call
she's almost at the end
silence when she talks
in a house that's way too big for her
she calls
she calls to the satellite
won't you help me
tonight
play that song you know i like
and i'll wake up in time
traces silently stars
i won't ask for any more
i won't
to the satellite
mixtape xvi
a little light
find my name in the sun - and the giraffe
shiny - the decemberists
if you knew - jeff buckley
come monday night - god help the girl
the light before we land - the delgados
cherry tulips - headlights
starlight no. 1 - mojave 3
old fashioned man - ange takats
shine a light - rolling stones
paper boat - gossling
piano fire - sparklehorse
you could be happy - sahara beck
tall trees - lost in the trees
fresh feeling - the eels
satellite - ainslie wills
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