Friday, November 30, 2007

If You Could Take Something With You, It Would be Bright


A ship comes in every day...

"When Your Number Isn't Up"
(Mark Lanegan)]

"Did you call for the night porter?
You smell the blood running warm.
I stay close to this frozen border, so close I can hit it with a stone.
Now something crawls right up my spine,
That I always got to follow.
Turn out the lights.
Don't see me drawn and hollow.
Just blood running warm.
No one needs to tell you that,
There's no use for ya here anymore.
And where are your friends?
They've gone away.
It's a different world, they left you to this.
To janitor
The emptiness.
So let's get it on.
When the sun is finally going down, and you're overdue to follow.
But you're still above the ground,
What ya got comin' is hard to swallow.
Like blood running warm.
Did they call for the night porter?
And smell the blood, blood running warm.
Well I've been waitin at this frozen border, so close you could hit it with a stone."

And just for the fuck of it, here's a photo I took of Vittoria last December. Because, I know that's the only reason you're here...

Listen.

Fuckers.

1 comment:

The Pin-Up Poet said...

Honey, I am down in it too...this winter is not terribly kind to the Virgos...

xo a