And the mississippis mighty And theres not enough room Dark and dangerous like a secret And I feel it like a sickness Unknowing captor Now I see your face before me This bitter pill I swallow You are shadowing my dreams
That I dug out of a drawer
The last truce we ever came to
In our adolescent war
And I start to feel the fever
From the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons
Shadowing my dreams
But it starts in minnesota
At a place that you could walk across
With five steps down
And I guess thats how you started
Like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush right through me
And I start to drown
In this world for my pain
Signals cross and love gets lost
And time passed makes it plain
Of all my demon spirits
I need you the most
Im in love with your ghost
Im in love with your ghost
That gets whispered in a hush
(dont tell a soul)
When I wake the things I dreamt about you
Last night make me blush
(dont tell a soul)
And you kiss me like a lover
Then you sting me like a viper
I go follow to the river
Play your memory like a piper
How this love is killing me
Id walk into the fingers
Of your fire willingly
And dance the edge of sanity
Ive never been this close
Im in love with your ghost
You never know how much you
Pierce my spirit
But I cant touch you
Can you hear it
A cry to be free
Oh Im forever under lock and key
As you pass through me
I would launch a thousand ships
To bring your heart back to my island
As the sand beneath me slips
As I burn up in your presence
And I know now how it feels
To be weakened like achilles
With you always at my heels
Is the silence that I keep
It poisons me I cant swim free
The river is too deep
Though Im baptized by your touch
I am no worse than most
In love with your ghost
(in love with your ghost)
(in love with your ghost)
(in love with your ghost)
“No good opera plot can be sensible:… people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.” ~W.H. Auden, Time, 29 December 1961 February 25, 2008
this is all for you, denise! February 25, 2008
sorry i’m so behind… life at the moment is a bit hectic and craziness. i should definitely make time for myself. ha ha… so i decided the other day that i want to be one of those old ladies who wears fur coats and treats her pet of choice like a member of her family. only my pet, instead of being the typical cat or dog, will be something not of the norm. like…a….ferret! or….a goldfish! or…..maybe even a miniature pony! how great would that be? and my fur coat wouldn’t be real fur. that’s not very nice. unless it was made of roadkill animals. would that be acceptable? or just weird? hmmm….i should probably figure that out before i get to be an old lady….. and instead of people referring to me as “the crazy lady with the little pony and the fur coat,” i would prefer “eccentric” or “intensely enthusiastic.” maybe even “passionately excited.” not too much to ask, eh? and i’ll grow tulips and poppies. and my doors and windows will be painted an extravagant color that may or may not correspond to the rest of the house. and i’ll wear pearls all the time. even if it’s raining. oh man…. i can’t wait to get old and be passionately excited about everything! anyone want to join me? could be interesting….
people? who needs people?! well, i’ll tell ya who…. February 25, 2008
i sadly realized today that some people just suck. i mean, is it really necessary to lie to people to get them to do what you want? how selfish can a person be?! ugh! whew…. now that i got that out of my system, i feel much better…. you know, not all people are bad. since i’ve been at school, i have met some of the most amazing people in the world. take bethany, who drives us to bell practice on wednesdays. not only did she introduce me to the indigo girls, but she was there for me when i was having guy troubles. and every wednesday on the way to and from practice, she vents to us. and i love it! i love being able to just sit and listen to her talk for a little while once a week. i look forward to it every time. and vlad! i don’t know much about vlad, but he has always been amazing. he eats like a horse and he’s very tall, and he has connections. meghan venable. i have only met her face to face twice, but she is probably the sweetest person i have ever gotten to meet. i owe her a coffee date this semester! dale davis! oh, how i love dale! what a crazy awesome guy! i hope we get to chill out again soon… but the best person of all? that’s right…. where in the world would i be without my amanda mae? and no, it’s not because you and i are the only people that read this blog, but you really have saved me, doll. i love you!!
