Saturday, April 28, 2007

Radiohead: The Gloaming



Lyrics:

Genie let out of the bottle,
It is now the witching hour...
Genie let out of the bottle,
It is now the witching hour...
Murderers, you're murderers.
We are not the same as you.

Genie let out of the bottle,
Funny how, funny how-
When the walls bend, when the walls bend,
With your breathing, with your breathing.
When the walls bend, when the walls bend,
With your breathing, with your breathing.
With your breathing...

They will suck you down to the other side,
They will suck you down to the other side,
They will suck you down to the other side,
They will suck you down to the other side.
To the shadows blue and red, shadows blue and red,
Your alarm bells, your alarm bells,
Shadows blue and red, shadows blue and red,
Your alarm bells, your alarm bells...

They should be ringing,
They should be ringing,
They should be ringing,
They should be ringing,
They should be ringing,
They should be ringing,
They should be ringing,
They should be ringing,
They should be ringing,
They should be ringing,
They should be ringing,
They should be ringing...
This is the gloaming.

Shadows blue and red,
Shadows blue and red,
Your alarm bells,
Your alarm bells...
Shadows blue and red,
Shadows blue and red,
We're alarming-
We're alarming-
And the walls bend, and the walls bend,
With your breathing, with your breathing.
And the walls bend, and the walls bend,
What is he doing? What is he doing?

This is the gloaming
This is the gloaming
This is the gloaming
This is the gloaming
This is the-

Friday, April 27, 2007

Tom Waits: Watch Her Disappear



Lyrics:

Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you
And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress
Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair
That rose in strangled ebony curls
Moving in a yellow bedroom light
The air is wet with sound
The faraway yelping of a wounded dog
And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak
Your house is so soft and fading as it soaks the black summer heat
A light goes on and the door opens
And a yellow cat runs out on the stream of hall light and into the yard

A wooden cherry scent is faintly breathing the air
I hear your champagne laugh
You wear two lavender orchids
One in your hair and one on your hip
A string of yellow carnival lights comes on with the dusk
Circling the lake with a slowly dipping halo
And I hear a banjo tango

And you dance into the shadow of a black poplar tree
And I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
...

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