Wednesday, 30 April 2008
Track 7: Leaving Smears
There comes a time when you've been capable and competent
for it to last at least a hundred thousand years
You still pretend that this how you like it -
you ain't got no time for longing,
cheesy feelings, hopes and fears
It happens that you wake up as a
beetle stuck upon a pin
with listlessness all over,
Is it all that matters?
Together though thick and thin
the trees screen the garden for the wind
And I don't remember the smell of yours
or anybody else's skin
This heart is a precious souvenir
and I'll be leaving it here
And then I'll wait,
and then I'll wait
I'm in my prime, don't you see?
But is it all that matters?
This song just turns in to a slobby mess if I try to explain its meaning. I hope the lyric says it all. The middle part is my favourite, being itchy and slightly dissonant. It took hours to learn how to play those few tunes on the violin. And this is what came out, haha.
Track 8 - I Was A Bubble Boy