“Of course I stole the title for this talk, from George Orwell. One reason I stole it was that I like the sound of the words: Why I Write. There you have three short unambiguous words that share a sound, and the sound they share is this: I I I“
— Joan Didion, from Why I Write, from The New York Times Book Review, 1976
(link via hannahfidell)
Listen to A Fire Born In Dallas by Ever Since The Lake Caught Fire.
Cast off, bombs away,
I’m hopelessly underpaid.
You’re going travelling,
I’m not moving away,
Will you wait for me?
‘Cause I can’t sleep,
‘Cause I’ve been thinking of all the things that you’ll be doing without me
A postcard from time to time
Is no consolation prize,
Nor is it any peace of mind for me.
I can’t help but not trust you.
This isn’t fun,
I can’t begin thinking of things,
You’re going to end up leaving me.
This isnt fun, this isnt fun.
This was never going to be easy.
Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink,
I think with all these holes we bear it’s likely we will sink.
Sink, sink, sink.
This isn’t fun,
I can’t begin thinking of things,
You’re going to end up leaving me.
This isnt fun, this isnt fun.
Cast off, bombs away,
I’m hopelessly underpaid,
You went travelling,
Well that’s ok,
Where does that leave me?
Now I can’t sleep.
Blakfish - If The Good Lord Had Intended Us To Walk He Wouldn’t Have Invented Roller-Skates
I know it’s dark here, you know that I’m scared too
For some reason right now, of everything but you
Right now you’re all that I recognize
You know I came here when I needed your soft voice
I needed to hear something that sounded like an answer
Now I wait here, and sometimes I get one
It’s nothing I’ll forget when the moon gets tired
You are stuck to me everyday
Believe in what I am because it’s all I have today
And tomorrow who knows where we’ll be
From here I can hardly see a thing
But I will follow anyone who brings me to you
For now, forever, for on and on and on
You know it starts here, outside waiting in the cold
Kiss me once in the snow, I swear it never gets old
But I will promise you I can make it warmer next year
You know I came here when I needed your soft voice
I needed to hear something that sounded like an answer
Now I stay here, and everyday I get one
It’s nothing I’ll forget when the moon gets tired
You are stuck to me everyday
Believe in what I am because it’s all I have today
And tomorrow who knows where we’ll be
From here I can hardly see a thing
But I will follow anyone who brings me to you
For now, forever, for on and on and on
So go plug in your electric blanket
We can stay in ‘till our southern summer wedding day
Go plug in your electric blanket
We can stay here
The Quiet Crown - Idlewild
Walking down these fading streets where we came of age, seems such a waste.
Going back to start again.
And we Fuck like newly-weds in your parents car, and in rented rooms after too many bars.
And you’re young, and I’m bored and tired, but my cynicism has me wired to the reckless taste of these nights away where I see a look in you that I’d imagined in my youth.
I guess to progress from loneliness we must go back, one way or another. To cover or rediscover the places that we went when there was no path so we could leave a trail.
If somehow I’d have known
I would have rather gone down with the ship
Than be without you
If only for the chance
To hold you hand,
To be your friend
I think I’m ready for you to come back
But if you want to stay wherever exactly it is you are
That’s okay too -
It’s really none of my business” MewithoutYou - Carousels
I will build myself a home
out of the cinders and the dust
I won’t surface for a year
I’ll drink rainwater from my cup
and I will dream a whole new scenery
so far from what I love
to see myself in dreams just standing
staring at these doors long shut
and I will count my fucking blessings
that I am even here at all
I’ll take comfort in each misery
I’ll cherish each stumble
each fall’s a little closer to the beginning
to the start of every song
that sleeps so silent in your chest
that sleeps so silent in your soul
and I won’t pray for you
I won’t long for your safe return
and I won’t pine for you
I won’t wait to be told to run
I will suffocate all notion
of an existence without this
I will negate an understanding
between free will and realising
that anythig I had ever prayed on
that anything I had ever loved
was just the echo of some other
that I swore I’d never touch
and I will call myself an army
and I will call myself a king
and I will never love another
I won’t recall a single thing
and I won’t pray for you
I won’t long for your safe return
and I won’t pine for you
I won’t wait to be told to run
