hand in glove

Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
No, it's not like any other love
This one is different - because it's us

Hand in glove
We can go wherever we please
And everything depends upon
How near you stand to me


And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care


Kiss My Shades

Hand in glove
The Good People laugh
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have


Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have


And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care


Kiss My Shades ... oh ...

So, hand in glove I stake my claim
I'll fight to the last breath


If they dare touch a hair on your head
I'll fight to the last breath


For the Good Life is out there somewhere
So stay on my arm, you little charmer


But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
Oh ...





the smiths

don't let go

this lady,this...professor.a teacher. a "know it all." she disliked me because i was quite blonde. and she had a degree in studying dead animal bones. with a side of sand.
asking me all these questions that were beyond my senior year of college.
asking me what I knew of love and what it has ever done for me


I am caught between


the inevitble heart  quake of 2000 andd forever.
reality.


your smell,laundry soap and quarter sized memories.


OH please...don't.....dont let go yet.

see no evil.

“Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row.  We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the last time.”  Jack k.

if only

at times, when.
the wilderness is the only-
home i know.


how...how, how,how on earth 

would

you

prefer  me to feel?

notes on my wrist,in ink:that transfer to my cheek by morning. magic.

I lay my head in

the sleepy laps of the Atlantic

Cup shells over my ears

so I can't hear my

mind's transitory nonsense...

Oceans apart

One million grandfather clocks

Through the sweat,the grit-the miles that divide.

The sea and the ship and the difference in time...

forrest families.

let the right ones in

I wish there were more houses in the city.

broken down,wooden,haunted houses.

Sterilized buildings don't get haunted the same way wooden/overgrown ones do.

ugh.

OH

"just like the wind."

Je ne vous voulez

uncertain of how I arrived on this planet of ----blank

you start reminding me of all my past: memories.

i start to pick,and prowl,the sediment

whispering

I only want you,I only want you, near

near midnight

into a piece of plastic

we gather.

a landline and a box of plans

to have you -hear

even through a

a scratchy telephone wire.

it keeps this together

it knits you next to me

by night,by night

our ears,swimming

in songs of romance

an idealistic fight.

All morning you are thinking :why do I not

cross these boundaries

and in the middle of the day I am waiting

for our moon to come out

so our eyes can see,the same beams?

I look down at these streams,these city puddles and ask myself:

how does love begin and end in vain?

a miracle 

a mistake

he gives he gives and he takes away.

.