2001-12-17 & 9:06 a.m. : the wind is making speeches
today, there was a big accident in the caldecott tunnel
and i counted 8 smashed cars when i came through the other side
and everyone slowed down to see what they could see
so that their stories to bosses and friends about
why they were late for their appointments
would be as real as possible
and maybe believed.
and then,
when i was on the corner of grand and telegraph, i looked to my left
and i noticed, for the first time, that there is a golden windowed building
and in the reflection of the golden windows, the thick rain clouds ran races
and my eyes were on the clock and the galloping clouds while my head spun around a little bit
tired and held tight by invisible strong hands.
and then,
while i was crossing grand and broadway, i didn't look to my left
and a car ran a red light
and came so close to hitting my car that my whole body shot through with nerves
they didn't even slow down, they came right at me like they knew my name
and i drove the rest of the way to my office with white knuckles
and lips almost bleeding from biting teeth.
but now i am in my cube, and i am listening to something new,
and i am catching my breath
and listening to the quiet,
and i almost drove straight past work to come to your house, because i know that
if i came to your window at 8am, in the pouring rain
you would still hug me, and give me tea
and maybe let me sleep for the day on your floor
and right now, i just kind of want to hide with my head under my folded arms
pretending nothing is real
and that i'm not here
and knowing if i just get some sleep
i'll feel a little better.
[TIME
Well, the smart money's on Harlow
And the moon is in the street
The shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East St. Louis
And the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon
His invisible fiance is in the mirror
The band is going home
It's raining hammers, it's raining nails
Yes, it's true, there's nothing left for him down here
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
That you love
And it's Time Time Time
And they all pretend they're Orphans
And their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget that
History puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd stick around
Until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just don't know when to quit
And Matilda asks the sailors are those dreams
Or are those prayers
So just close your eyes, son
And this won't hurt a bit
Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars
And splash into the streets
And when she's on a roll she pulls a razor
From her boot and a thousand
Pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window
And a kiss upon his lips
Till the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off till I come back again]
today, there was a big accident in the caldecott tunnel
and i counted 8 smashed cars when i came through the other side
and everyone slowed down to see what they could see
so that their stories to bosses and friends about
why they were late for their appointments
would be as real as possible
and maybe believed.
and then,
when i was on the corner of grand and telegraph, i looked to my left
and i noticed, for the first time, that there is a golden windowed building
and in the reflection of the golden windows, the thick rain clouds ran races
and my eyes were on the clock and the galloping clouds while my head spun around a little bit
tired and held tight by invisible strong hands.
and then,
while i was crossing grand and broadway, i didn't look to my left
and a car ran a red light
and came so close to hitting my car that my whole body shot through with nerves
they didn't even slow down, they came right at me like they knew my name
and i drove the rest of the way to my office with white knuckles
and lips almost bleeding from biting teeth.
but now i am in my cube, and i am listening to something new,
and i am catching my breath
and listening to the quiet,
and i almost drove straight past work to come to your house, because i know that
if i came to your window at 8am, in the pouring rain
you would still hug me, and give me tea
and maybe let me sleep for the day on your floor
and right now, i just kind of want to hide with my head under my folded arms
pretending nothing is real
and that i'm not here
and knowing if i just get some sleep
i'll feel a little better.
[TIME
Well, the smart money's on Harlow
And the moon is in the street
The shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East St. Louis
And the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon
His invisible fiance is in the mirror
The band is going home
It's raining hammers, it's raining nails
Yes, it's true, there's nothing left for him down here
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
That you love
And it's Time Time Time
And they all pretend they're Orphans
And their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget that
History puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd stick around
Until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just don't know when to quit
And Matilda asks the sailors are those dreams
Or are those prayers
So just close your eyes, son
And this won't hurt a bit
Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars
And splash into the streets
And when she's on a roll she pulls a razor
From her boot and a thousand
Pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window
And a kiss upon his lips
Till the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off till I come back again]
