maanantai 14. marraskuuta 2016


I´m a fool
and I love him

I captured, got
and I lost him

I have nightmares on Mondays
and his hair doesn´t smell like it should
I´m haunted or maybe just scared

I have a yellow summer dress somewhere
I´m dreaming of autumns when I´m afraid
Last time was meant to be for good
but I keep on forgetting

There was touches and fingers gliding
Deep breathing and long gazes
Too many thoughts and too much words
Songs that didn´t mean anything after all

I´m a fool
but I love him

I looked, waved
and I miss him

I wonder where this all comes from
and realize the butterflies may be moths
I´m crazy or maybe just lost

I have songs played on repeat if I want to
I´m drinking red wine in case of emergencies
Late nights used to be for dreaming
but one time my eyes opened up

My old couch gathered up friends and memories
Rumours and poetry
Make up, hand jobs and cruelty
Songs that didn´t mean anything after all

I´m a fool
I betrayed them

I smiled, danced
and forgot them

These songs of weddings and tears,
getting married and buried
I´m fun only when I´m dancing, eyes shut

I have stories I´m too afraid to tell
I have memories I remember too well
I could have words if I wanted to burn in hell
and I´m worried if I don´t have a soul to sell

I have trips and tours behind me and on my mind
I have unicorns and velvet jungles no one can find
I have houses and babies and white fences
and I´m most afraid I don´t have enough time

I´ve been too afraid to watch some shows
and a bit too scared to listen some songs
It seems to be too hard for me to let go
and too difficult to trust anyone I know

I´m a fool
but I love him

I choose, I want
and I need him

I wonder what happens if I let myself be,
choose to dance and live wild and breathe
Write my stories untold, set them free
Believe in all of the you love me's

What if I´m a fool
and happy to say
I got loved
the best possible way

2 kommenttia:

  1. "Love Is Misfortune / Dark Blue"

    your eyes are lovely, dark 'n deep/
    a haven for a midnight creep/

    your memory's like summer rain/
    i ran a red on Mem'ry Lane/

    an angel whispered in my ear:/
    'malheur, malheur d'amour'/
    seems i rarely hear them anymore/

    c'mon my darlin', c'mon c'mon c'mon/

    i know it can be precious, too, to let things go to waste/
    whatever 'tis that eats at you, oh let me have a taste/

    let's pick the diamonds from the rust/
    they used to call you Candy Lust/

    all love's misfortune; do you agree?/
    will you go to Heaven or to bed with me?/


    the eye of heaven has gone blind/
    so let's get twisted and entwined/
    let's twirl a day out of this night/
    'n smoke our minds with cold delight/

    let's burn what's left of paradise/
    let's melt into the pool of lies/
    i'll let you stare into my eyes/
    until the light within me dies/

    though the ride it won't be easy/
    oh baby, let us ride!/
    let's flash into the skyline;/
    you've kept me hangin' all my life/

    the dream is mine, so tread as you may like/
    your kiss is like a lightning strike/
    it's storm 'n rain whenever you're around;/
    with you i'm wild 'n wayward-bound/

    o'er rainbow bright 'n new my heart's a-burnin' blue;/
    all the blue i'm tangled in keeps saying 'i love you'/


    is it your captain that you love?/
    his soul been wounded from the Heavens above/
    he seems so broken by something that i can't even see;/
    what's haunted me has always had a thing for me/

    as for me, i love the last/
    of anything/
    i have a pain that makes me sing/
    and on this road i've found i've never smiled in vain/
    although i've cried and cried and swam a million vales/

    oh i wish your looks could turn my fear into stone/
    'cause baby your rider is scared and alone/

    i took a wrong direction just like i'd been told;/
    saw a stray desert flower on a cold nowhere road/

    *sound of thunder; rain on asphalt*


    there's a one-letter difference 'tween 'love' and 'lose';/
    we're bound to ill relations we'd never ever choose/
    my heart was left out bleedin' as i walked away from you;/
    should you chance to keep it, would you see what you can do?/

    is it really over, baby blue/

    the woods are lovely, dark 'n deep/
    if i seem creepy, it's because i am a creep/

    baby oh baby, my darlin' dark 'n strange/
    baby oh baby, my darlin' dark 'n strange/

    and i did pick that flower though i murdered it cold/

    but is it really over, baby blue/
    is it really over, baby blue/
    (repeat until fade-out)


  2. "Bluetiful / The Dancer (pt. II)"

    o when will you stop dancing, baby blue?/
    even when you're blue you're bluetiful/

    you dance upon my eyes, you dance within my brain/
    your steps fall on my dreams like summer rain/

    oh baby, are you dancing in your sleep?/
    how dare you dance so gay when i must weep?/

    i wish someone would come and tie up your feet/
    but your spirit drives a hearse on Easy Street/

    they'll never tie her down and she's your keep/
    she's the bounty 'n the whirlwind that you reap/

    but is it such a lone 'n haunted dance?/
    it doesn't seem like anything at all/
    'cept for maybe everything 'n more/
    it's something i could never understand/
    although i'd like to try for evermore/
    oh, i'd like to try for evermore/

    now what is there to say? i cannot dance/
    there's more pretension in me than in all of France/

    but i feel something for you that only you can do/
    you make my heart's desire burn a brighter blue/
    than all the blue in all the blue things in this world/
    if there ever was a perfect girl/
    it would be you/
    baby, oh baby, my baby, baby blue/

    bye bye, my baby, baby bluuuuu-tiful/
    baby o baby bluuuuuu-uhhuuu-tiful/
    (Leonard Cohen -- On the Level)


    Can you ever overuse the phrase 'summer rain'? I do not think so. Like the spirit of the thing we call summer, it is infinite. Were it a house, I'd live in it; decorate it with dreams. Someone put the prettiest phrase in English as 'cellar door'. As I'm not a professor, my vote goes to 'summer rain'.

    Happy Valentine's day from your incorrigible crook. It may be cold yet, but fear not: the sun is climbing up, and we'll climb with her, baby blue(s). ^^
    Even through the Distance that seems final, and the basic Emptiness that howls in every atom. Summer is the Great Atomic Bomb -- Salvation by Fire that eradicates
    the shades of winter who'd drag our spirits down. (Shadow people are said to exist, by some. Who knows, I might be one of them, as it seems so hard to keep being human. And, as many well know, I like to appear and disappear.)


    P.S. Likoilla liput Flow-festareille varattu? =O Lana on tulossa, ja Angel Olsen... En etsi teitä, vannon ja vakuutan. Jos kuitenkin satumme törmäämään, hm, tokko siitä mitään seuraa. Jotkin asiat eivät koskaan muutu, ja ehkä hyvä niin(?).