29 April 2010

The One That I've Been Waiting For



Are You The One That I've Been Waiting For by Nick Cave
Such beautiful words from such an oddly arousing man. His songs are so tangled in sticky sheets and beautiful tragedy - just what I love.

"...I think of you in motion and just how close you are getting and how every little thing anticipates you..."

Dear ______ ,

Your voice in my ear was heartbreaking. You weren't a fantasy in that moment but a friend in pain who was reaching out. You claim that I am a conflict of interest but I am secretly glad you reached out to me. I wish I could help you and it frustrates me that I cannot. I suppose that's just the way it goes. I think, my love, we will both look deep within ourselves in time. What we will see is that we deserve to be treated a little better than we are. We both deserve some kind of respect and some kind of happiness before the bullshit breaks us down and we forget who we are. My beautiful friend ~ I wish only for your happiness and your sanity and for you to know, deep in your heart, that you truly are good enough, that you truly are one of a kind, and that you truly are appreciated. I say this as a friend, simply and genuinely. My only intention is to comfort you in a warm embrace and be your biggest fan - not as your lover, but as a friend.

I'll be waiting in the shadows, always on hold for you. Without the rain, we will never know how wonderful the sunshine feels upon our skin. We both need a little more sunshine.

Yours,
L

22 April 2010

You

I know your curious eyes read this page.
Yes. You.
I am gently smiling at you. Or smirking.
I may, or may not, have a devilish look in my eyes.
You who are the stranger -
What songs or words make you weak,
get you off?
Comment anonymously.
It'll be our secret.

I do, dear, I do



I Do, Dear, I Do. Music & words by the wonderful Nick Cave

I wish you a happy Christmas -
I do, dear, I do.
I wish for you the stars, babe,
and I wish for you the moon.

You can sit and you can drink your champagne
with your gibbering goon.
I hope he's being good to you -
I do, dear, I do.

May no ill wind blow your way.
I wish that you will keep safe
up there in your litter, babe,
with your ivory and apes.

Things down here are fragmented, frankly.
They've exploded all over the room.
I think everything's a little off-centre, babe -
I do, dear, I do.

You said that to love me you must set me free, ah,
That may all be very well.
Still I miss you, baby,
more than words can really tell.

Sometimes I cannot sleep -
the greatness of my hate for you.
Sometimes I cannot sleep
for I miss you


May your day be as bright as the eyes
of the girl that I once knew.
May your sun be happy yellow
and your sky be baby blue.

I miss your manic scratchings
and your howling at the moon.
Ten steps behind me
with your dust pan and your broom.

I hope you wish for me
all the things I wish for you -
health, hope and happiness,
the sun and the moon.
Say hello to the one
who really don't have a clue.
I'll be calling you soon,
I think I love you -
I do, dear, I do.

19 April 2010

Henry Lee

What girl doesn't have a secret crush on Nick Cave?

I adore this video. The chemistry between Nick Cave and PJ Harvey is sexy and striking. That chemistry reminds me of someone, of summer, a long time ago. It arouses me. It makes me sad. It makes me want to waltz with an odd stranger. Longing, lust, and revenge.

Electric

I don't think you deserve well thought out words
nor careful poetry written with a quivering hand.
You were simply the electrician
with thick and dirty hands
and your ass looked damn fine in those work pants,
if I may be so bold.
I have my best fantasies whenever I work in an office
and I could help but think of your dirty hands
on my hips as you fuck me against a random counter
without knowing my name.
I could see something in your eyes,
dangerous curiosity.

You fixed the air conditioner today
and made me wet.
My productivity was pathetically low.
Thanks for the distraction.

17 April 2010

Mistake



Mistake by the wonderful, adorable MOBY
Don’t speak to me this way
Don’t ever let me say
Don’t leave me again
Don't leave me again
Oh, you never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Oh, you never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more

Don’t hurt me this way
Don’t touch me this way
Don’t hug me again*
Don't hug me again
Don’t hurt me this way
Don’t touch me this way
Don't hurt me again
Don’t hug me again

Oh, you never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Oh, you never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more

Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
Don’t let me make the same mistake again

Oh, you never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Oh, you never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more

Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again

(Hug? Hurt? I have no idea)

16 April 2010

Parts

I thought that I was losing
so I clung to the thought of you
with desperation and loneliness.
I knew what was to happen.
I knew what was the truth.
I forget to trust my gut,
time and time again,
but this time I listened closely.
It whispered,
"Don't be the fool that gets wrapped up in you."

It was a sleepy Sunday afternoon in January.
I walked alone through the district
and smoked a lipstick stained cigarette.
I always liked to smoke cigarettes
on cold January days.
The icy air and nicotine floated
in my lungs while I fantasized
about crossing paths with our favorite poet.
I sat for a painting that afternoon
until my footsteps led me to you.
I met you for coffee that lasted
until the last bus home.
I always looked forward to your embrace
as the bus pulled up to the stop.
There were always too many articles
of winter clothing between us.
It's been so long since I've seen that painting
but now my eyes can see
how well I wear all that troubles me.
If I could turn back time,
I would go back to one afternoon
for a coffee date and our simplicity.

My heart is now compartmentalized -
Divided into one part regret for the two of us,
never will we know
the taste and touch of our skin,
pressed close together
and bound with sweat and come.
One part mourning for the loss of you in my life,
the way I secretly want you to be immersed
and braided into days and thoughts.
And the one silly part that waits foolishly
for scraps of attention and a few kind words,
waiting to be thrilled again by you.

Don't worry,
you are still loved.

06 April 2010

Heavy

i've grown used to your silence.
my heart isn't as heavy,
today.