Vonfuse(d) Me

I planned to go to bed more than an hour ago. Until I started listening to this song again, and again, and again, and it made sense. Feel free to ignore this post, it is just another one of me trying to find lyrics to say something I'm not sure how to say otherwise.


Bless this tiny alley we have fallen from tall buildings we have fallen through the air
Into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest Sleeping flowers
now they sit under the sidewalk now they’re waiting for the shining of some future sign to show us

It's been a while since many of us left that valley, still hoping to find those sidewalk flowers...

All that is your beauty oh And all that brings you pleasure
I could sigh into your hide and say I hope I’m here forever
But Black Sheep Boy with your lovers
With your list of favourite pillows
with your list of missing children
With the wall where you drew windows

Don't we all draw those windows every day, writing into our blogs, looking at old pictures, hours on msn, reading yearbooks?

Overlooking hidden gardens
Cut apart by jagged mountains
Climbing up into the air and
Crumbling down into a valley
Where the water waits forever like a quiet distant treasure

Maybe I really am too obsessed with the sea.

When you rise up to recover when you leave this tiny alley
When you meet me in the garden with your horns all hung with cedar
Every spirit brushing past me brushing past them in the Ether scream

However you want to describe it...

All this is Window dressing All you are is Flimsy curtains
Watch you flame up with a word from us and won’t know that you’re Burning
Burning

And I pretend and I burn, and maybe hope I had never attempted to rise up to recover from the valley.


Maybe we are all Black Sheep Boys (and girls...)

Current Music: Okkervil River - Another Radio Song