Lyrics: The Infection That LiveJournal Can't Stop.

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These entries that involve Wendy are locked for two reasons. One is that there is at least one person on LJ who is obsessed with her and was able to cryptically deduce that I was seeing her. The other is that she doesn't want to hear about it on my journal (which she reads), and she has asked that I screen any such statements from her friends, many of whom I now read and now read me.

Anyway, I've had That Dog's Retreat from the Sun in my CD player for about a week, ever since pbmath mentioned it in a comment. Anyway, it's had a strong hold on me ever since, and I haven't been able to get it out of my stereo or my head. And it's not surprising, since the album's themes play upon my own current issues: infatuation, physical distance, miscommunication, emotional distance, and violins. It's also very upbeat and singable.

So, interested in getting inside my head? Here's some of what I'm thinking about, in lyric form:

We'll have visits small,
Long-distance calls,
And meetings in bathroom stalls in fantasy,
You and me.
. . .
I sit with emptiness waiting for your call.
Will you still love me after the fall?
An open phone line, but I still hit your walls,
And it's just like being with you.
The cold rejection that we conceived.
Our whole reflection that I can't believe.
We'll say it's over, but won't feel releived
And it's just like being with you.
You know what you need to do,
And I know what's right for me.
A happy birthday I will wish you.
A swollen memory, so we must choose
A tearful goodbye, but we can't lose.
. . .
It's not your style, I can see, to crack a smile.
. . .
It's fun to sometimes try to retreat from the sun,
'Cause it's awful lonely where I'm coming from
. . .
I was at the Jabberjaw,
The cutest boy I ever saw,
He was standing behind me,
He was such a dream.
He kept looking right my way,
I want to see him every day.
Randy told me where he lives,
In Minneapolis
. . .
I have this problem with you.
I want to work it out, but I dont know how to.
Every time I try, every time I try,
I cry over you.
. . .
You're pretty dreamy for a boy from Long Island.
You should come and see me on my western horizon.
It seems as though are paths were never meant to meet,
But I just look at you and know you're really sweet.
. . .
By definition a crush must hurt,
And they do, and they do,
Just like the one I have on you.
. . .
He said, "Here's what I'll do, I'll split myself in two.
And that way you can be with me, and I can learn to be with you"
. . .
I found an egg unable to hatch.
I started a fire, but I could not find a match.
. . .
I've been alone all through the nights.
I'll be alone until the day I die.

And that, until further notice is my soundtrack.

Comments

[fmi-agent.livejournal.com]

that's a damn catchy cd. too bad it was that dog's last. i heard that anna waronker was essentially in charge of its production, and there were feuds between her and the haden sisters and stuff.

addendum

[fmi-agent.livejournal.com]

... also, yes, it's a great cd for its putting together of joyous pretty music with bleak angsty mournful lyrics.