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    Never get so attached to a poem
    you forget truth that lacks lyricism

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    and it sounds like all our lives Kari's Avatar
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    the tap of hangers
    swaying in the closet
    unburdened hooks and empty drawers
    and everywhere I tried to love you
    is yours again, and only yours

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    Among the tall pines, along the lay-lines
    Here, where the loon keens
    There, where the moon leans
    There, where I know my violent love lays
    Down in a row of silent, dove-gray days
    Here, in a row of silent, dove-gray days

    Wherever I go, I am snowbound
    By thoughts of him whom I would shun
    I loved them all, one by one
    Cannot gain ground, cannot outrun

    But time marches along
    You can't always stick around
    But, when the final count is done
    I will be in my hometown
    I will be in my hometown
    Slippin' on my red dress, putting on my make-up

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    and it sounds like all our lives Kari's Avatar
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    ^ Bah. I love that song.

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    to leave your home and your family
    for some distortional property
    well darling, i can't go (and darling, i can't go)
    but you may stay here with me


    I never cared for this song until I really paid attention to the lyrics and then I realized just how much I relate to them, so now I just bawl like an idiot. :P

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    and it sounds like all our lives Kari's Avatar
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    Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by now
    Blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
    Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow
    With hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up their brow

    And everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
    The butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours
    And my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines
    Come on home, now! All my bones are dolorous with vines


    (she used "hydrocephalitic" in a sentence. In a SONG LYRIC. And it makes sense and it's gorgeous. If Emily were printed as a poem on its own, it would totally work)

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    Wolf-spider, crouch in your funnel nest,
    If I knew you once,
    Now I know you less,
    In the sinking sand,
    Where we've come to rest,
    Have I had a hand in your loneliness?

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    peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, with
    hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow

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    Joining the love of flowers with water on their brains, basically every single word of Emily, as Kari says it's amazing poetry. For me especially this part - I can't think of any other writing anywhere that captures a moment like this, like this:

    We could stand for a century
    Starin'
    With our heads cocked
    In the broad daylight at this thing
    Joy
    Landlocked
    In bodies that don't keep
    Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
    Till we don't be



    (IMO Moments of Pleasure & Winter get that moment, in collaboration with their music, but Emily's lyrics achieve it on their own and THEN there's the perfect music too -> I'm talking ubermechatranscended songs here, stuff that goes on in a totally different part of my head to just 'lists of favorites'). *

    *("Oh hai, purbolai!")

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    and it sounds like all our lives Kari's Avatar
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    This is unlike the story it was written to be
    I was riding it's back, when it used to ride me
    and we were galloping manic to the mouth of the source
    we were swallowing panic in the face of it's force
    and I was blue, I am blue
    and unwell
    made me bolt like a horse

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    ^

    then dive down there with the lights to lead
    that seem to shine from everything -
    down to the bottom of the deep blue sea;
    down where your heart beats so slow,
    and you never in your life have felt so free.

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    I slept all day
    I woke with distaste
    And I railed
    And I raved
    That the difference between
    The sprout and the bean
    It is a golden ring
    It is a twisted string

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    I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain.
    Little sister, he will be back again.
    I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain.
    Spiders’ ghosts hang, soaked and
    Dangling silently, from all the blooming cherry trees,
    In tiny nooses, safe from everyone
    Nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done
    Be a woman. Be a woman.
    Slippin' on my red dress, putting on my make-up

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    And I regret
    How I said to you
    Honey, Just open your heart
    when I have trouble
    even opening a honey jar.
    And that, right there, is where we are.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Frangipani View Post
    I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain.
    Little sister, he will be back again.
    I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain.
    Spiders’ ghosts hang, soaked and
    Dangling silently, from all the blooming cherry trees,
    In tiny nooses, safe from everyone
    Nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done
    Be a woman. Be a woman.
    i was just rereading this part. Does anyone have any interpretations of this line? Looking at it now, it sort of seems like a line about youth and beauty lost and the ones who pursued you while you were young. But i dont know how this falls into the context of the rest of the song. Honestly, i dont really get a lot of the songs at first and then later they hit me. like crazy whoa.

    or could just be the cheap bourbon

    IRUVUJANNANOOOM
    Slippin' on my red dress, putting on my make-up

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