Sky mountains.
(RMS, 11-5-2022.)
“My city's still breathing, but barely, it's true Through buildings gone missing like teeth The sidewalks are watching me think about you Sparkled with broken glass
I'm back with scars to show Back with the streets I know Will never take me anywhere but here
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand The strangers whose faces I know We meet here for our dress rehearsal to say I wanted it this way
Wait for the year to drown Spring forward, fall back down I'm trying not to wonder where you are
All this time Lingers, undefined Someone choose Who’s left and who’s leaving
Memory will rust and erode into lists Of all that you gave me A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest The best parts of lonely
Duct-tape and soldered wires New words for old desires And every birthday card I threw away
I wait in 4/4 time Count yellow highway lines That you're relying on to lead you home That you're relying on to lead you home That you're relying on to lead you home.”
--“Left And Leaving,” The Weakerthans
The girl is escaping the house, delightedly.
“Hunger, hunger is the purest sin;
It is an empty church in a crowded bin.
I’ve wept and I’ve stumbled
I’ve fought and I’ve craved
For the gravy of your soul,
But all I want to do now is walk among the
Barren trees in fields of snow.”
—Susanne Sundfør: “White Foxes”
When things bottom out in the backyard, after that many drinks After that many times you didn’t see your daughter After that many times you weren’t what you wanted to be, or do, or achieve There is always dirt beneath your fingernails.
RMS, 8/23/2018
If you find someone who can forgive all your bullshit, the least you can do is try to forgive them.
Saga, Vol. 4, Chapt. 23
“I remember no place for me to hide
Before you came home at night.
And I remember you turnin’ out the lights
All I ever saw was the red in your eyes.
No big surprise.”
- Devendra Banhart