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er, that’s the opening lines to the shanghai tang song… at least that’s what it sounds like phonetically to a dialect moron illiterate git like me.
anyways, off to shanghai, luvvies! will be back on tuesday night, and shall reply mail then >___
had a strange compulsion to buy cds lately… bought damien rice’s O and finally invested in a rufus cd (gotta support the man), as well as iron and wine. Iron and Wine is this florida based singer songwriter who writes these quiet, quiet songs with jangly folksy guitars and… odd little lyrics. :) he’s featured on the Garden State and In Good Company soundtracks as well. i’ve taken a leaf out of cui’s book and decided to post up one of his songs as a sampler… (btw cui, your links to the decemberists’ songs have expired >____
iron & wine – naked as we came
She says, “wake up, it’s no use pretending”
I’ll keep stealing, breathing her.
Birds are leaving over autumn’s ending
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes ’round the yard
She says, “if I leave before you, darling
Don’t you waste me in the ground”
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard
tonight is maf. and i don’t want to step out of my house.
it’s just that persistant feeling of failure, failure, failure. there is no one to see, nothing to look forward to, and we live only to await death.
time like these i suppose i have to be forced to face the fact that no, i really don’t have much friends, and most that i have now are borrowed. proximity is imagined, tenderness feigned, and emotions grossly overrated. no, no, i do not love you. (old shoe.)
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