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Sunday, April 17, 2005
Not just Bellow MonthI wanted to plug some lyrics by Conor Oberst, the emotionally-fragile Nebraskan from Bright Eyes. This is from "Ship in a Bottle" on one of their 2 latest albums:
I wanna be the shower in the morning
That wakes you up and makes you clean
But I know I'm just the weather against your window
As you sleep through a winter's dream
Isn't that sweet? Almost sexual, with the shower thing, and almost violent, with the storm. But not quite! It's so good I think he must have stolen the images from somewhere. But I'm partial to these lines, too, from "A Perfect Sonnet" (released when he was, what, nineteen?):
I believe that lovers should be chained together
And thrown into the fire with their songs and letters
And left there to burn
Left there to burn
And so on. Kid has range.
posted by Michael Scott Moore |
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