salience
January 12, 2006
Because el invierno has strangely morphed into my favorite time of year, even though I'll still jump to be in 90 degree heat under a midday sun if given the chance. It could be the four winters in Boston, and the only slightly warmer weather in New York. But so far, I haven't found anything that compares to listening to a song by someone else that you relate to so exactly that it keeps your veins warm on a cold night:
I've faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the suitors quiet siege
Pulled down the heavens just
To please you appease you
The wind blows and I know
I can't go on digging roses from your grave
To linger on beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep and
The whirlpools sleep you'll find me
The coarse tide reflects sky
And the Night mare rides on
With a December black psalm
What I fear is lost here
The wind blows and I know
All you have to do is run away
And steal yourself from me
Become a mystery to gaze into
You're so cruel in all you do
But still I believe
I believe you
So may you come with your own knives
You'll never take me alive
With all the force of what is true
I can't go on digging roses from your grave
I've faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the suitors quiet siege
Pulled down the heavens just to please you
To hold the flower I can't keep
~Billy Corgan, 1998 "Behold" Adore
I've faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the suitors quiet siege
Pulled down the heavens just
To please you appease you
The wind blows and I know
I can't go on digging roses from your grave
To linger on beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep and
The whirlpools sleep you'll find me
The coarse tide reflects sky
And the Night mare rides on
With a December black psalm
What I fear is lost here
The wind blows and I know
All you have to do is run away
And steal yourself from me
Become a mystery to gaze into
You're so cruel in all you do
But still I believe
I believe you
So may you come with your own knives
You'll never take me alive
With all the force of what is true
I can't go on digging roses from your grave
I've faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the suitors quiet siege
Pulled down the heavens just to please you
To hold the flower I can't keep
~Billy Corgan, 1998 "Behold" Adore
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