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Yeah, yeah, we know I'm patheticI get leeway, though, because my fiance is dying. If it was just a breakup, a standard one, with no clogging in arteries, swelling of extremities, stopping of hearts; well, then, you are not allowed to play songs that were meaningful to your ex-relationship over and over again. There is usually a good friend who will help you burn them or blow them up or convert the cd's into fancy frisbees or ashtrays. (I seem to remember that I gave one of mine away to an old aboriginal woman sitting in the park in Broome - I don't know the thought process of that gifting).But for now I am playing these two songs over and over and you have to shut up about it. It's a relationship ending, too. The lyrics are beautiful and so is the music. "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" Love of mine some day you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black And I held my tongue as she told me "Son fear is the heart of love" So I never went back If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark You and me have seen everything to see From Bangkok to Calgary And the soles of your shoes are all worn down The time for sleep is now It's nothing to cry about 'cause we'll hold each other soon In the blackest of rooms If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark Then I'll follow you into the dark or "What Sarah Said" And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409 And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today As each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me Away from me Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself 'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die" So who's going to watch you die?.. Death Cab for Cutie for both of those. Leave a Comment { Last Page } { Page 30 of 292 } { Next Page } |
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