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What song are you listening to right now?

It's dark at 4 pm in Leeds
The steeples pierce the skylight till the last of it bleeds
The absent sound of another day as it recedes
Into the shadows
Until it's nothing

Fax papers slipped under the hotel room door
Like food for the prisoner or the prospect to the whore
Well fed and halfway drunk I ache myself for more
Until I'm shadows of myself
Until I'm nothing

Sixteen black churches burning on the tv
All the way from Texas to Tennessee
And a politician locks my eye and says to me
There is no crisis here
There's no conspiracy

I crave inertia every move made so I can stop
Whatever this madness is in me spinning like a top
On a bed of anxiety over a deep dark drop
Down into nothingness
Into without-you-ness

Was it ever so the evil creep like ivy
A toe hold on the stronger half of nature's dichotomy
I'm beating back a path through nothing more than pure insistence
Until here becomes
The distance

Hold my head love I'm sick tonight
Find the open hole and press your fingers there with all your might
Before the last ounce of my spirit bleeds
Onto the pristine sheets
Of the hotel bed in Leeds


 
My instant love for Meat Puppets happened when I was in high school. 1985. There was a late night college radio show hosted by a local guy who would play great music. I still remember listening on the night that he played this album over the air. Uncharacteristically for him, he said he was compelled to play the entire album on air from start to finish; and he did. And I listened along from start to finish. Later I bought the album on vinyl. Translucent bright yellow colored vinyl.

 

When I'm gone
No need to wonder if I ever think of you
The same moon shines
The same wind blows
For both of us, and time is but a paper moon
Be not gone
Though I'm gone
It's just as though I hold the flower that touches you
A new life grows
The blossom knows
There's no one else could warm my heart as much as you
Be not gone
Let us cling together as the years go by
Oh my love, my love
In the quiet of the night
Let our candle always burn
Let us never lose the lessons we have learned
手を取り合って このままでいこう 愛する人よ
静かな宵に 光を灯し 愛しき教えを抱き
Hear my song
Still think of me the way you've come to think of me
The nights grow long
But dreams live on
Just close your pretty eyes, and you can be with me
Dream on
手を取り合って このままでいこう 愛する人よ
静かな宵に 光を灯し 愛しき教えを抱き
When I'm gone
They'll say we're all fools, and we don't understand
Oh, be strong
Don't turn your heart
We're all
You're all
For all
For always
Let us cling together as the years go by
Oh my love, my love
In the quiet of the night
Let our candle always burn
Let us never lose the lessons we have learned
 

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