Sunday, March 23, 2008

I know people are supposed to be independent in relationships. That horrible jealousy and shallow quick fixes, falling, games and all that rush... thats bad... but when I listen to this song, I understand certain loves in my life, and sort of think that maybe the emotions of a fling, or a scandalous relationship, or a hard relationship well... they are beautiful too right? and I think what I like about these lyrics, is I can imagine myself in both roles, the one who seeks to know, and the one who is sought after... and in both cases its sort of true isn't it?




"i held you like a lover
happy hands
and your elbow in the appropriate place
and we ignored our others' happy plans
for that delicate look upon your face
our bodies moved and hardened
hurting parts of your garden
with no room for a pardon
in a place where no one knows what we have done

do you come
together ever with him?
is he dark enough
enough to see your light?
do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
do you miss my smell?
is he bold enough to take you on?
do you feel like you belong?
does he drive you wild?
or just mildly free?
what about me?

you held me like a lover
sweaty hands
and my foot in the appropriate place
we used cushions to cover happy glands
and the mild issue of our disgrace
our minds pressed and guarded
while our flesh disregarded
the lack of space for the light-hearted
in the boom that beats our drum

and i know i make you cry
i know sometimes you wanna die
but do you really feel alive without me?
if so be free
if not leave him for me
before one of us has
accidental babies
for we are ...

do you cum
together ever with him?
is he dark enough
enough to see your light?
do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
do you miss my smell?
is he bold enough to take you on?
do you feel like you belong?
does he drive you wild?
or just mildly free?

what about me?"

-Damien Rice "Accidental Babies"

1 comment:

Emily said...

Thanks for your comments... they are excellent, as always... I want those weeks of things, that list. I understand feeling the emotions and doing the ridiculous things that need to be done. All emotions are perfect, I guess, all the small relationships and the chance encounters and the unrequited glances and the long hauls it's all the same
we're all kinds of messed up regular old humans sometimes, all the time