I saw this meme on Bird Ahoy’s blog this morning, and couldn’t help myself. First up, one of the most beautiful, beautiful songs ever…
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her, Simon & Garfunkel
What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline
Of smoky burgundy
Softer than the rainI wandered empty streets down
Past the shop display
I heard cathedral bells
Dripping down the alleyway
As I walked onAnd when you ran to me your
Cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
Of juniper and lamplight
I held your handAnd when I awoke
And felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
With my grateful tears
Oh, I love you girl
Oh how I love you
I had a hard time finding any other lyrics that even come close to that kind of perfection, but I’ve found a few others that I love.
Another Satellite, XTC
My heart is taken it’s not lost in space
And I don’t want to see your mooney mooney face
I say why on earth do you revolve around me
Aren’t you aware of the gravity
Don’t need another satelliteI’m happy standing on my feet of clay
I have no wish to swim your milky milky way
I say why on earth do you send your letters ’round here
Only to gum up the atmosphere
Don’t need another satelliteSo circling we’ll orbit another year
Two worlds that won’t collide
So circling we’ll orbit another year
Moon still tries to steal the tide awayDon’t need another satellite
Don’t need another satelliteAbort your mission let’s just say you tried
Before you glimpse I have a darker darker side
I say why in Heaven’s name do you come on these trips
Only to freeze in a total eclipse
Don’t need another satelliteSo circling we’ll orbit another year
Two worlds that won’t collide
So circling we’ll orbit another year
Moon still tries to steal the tide away
Don’t need another satellite
Don’t need another satellite
Tuesday, You Am I
Saw the sun come up again.
Last week’s papers and a pack of darts
That got me through ’til ten.
The ten fifteen’s five minutes late.
I really should just get out more these days.
Next door is coughing up his lungs.
Two A.M. I’m sure she said
She’s gonna get herself a gun.
I blacked out from three to five.
You should hear what’s going on outside.As the morning bread goes hard
On the corner shop they’re waiting
Just for rush hour to start.
And I’m wondering why his kids are late
I really should just get out more these days.Days, and each one shows
there’s so much I’ll never know
If I don’t ever get
If I never get home, home.And old Ryan’s still his rust
And Tuesday comes and goes
Like any late night bus.
I could do a lot more with my time
But you should hear what’s going on outside.
Falling is like this, Ani DiFranco
You give me that look that’s like laughing
With liquid in your mouth
Like you’re choosing between choking
And spitting it all out
Like you’re trying to fight gravity
On a planet that insists
That love is like falling
And falling is like thisFeels like reckless driving when we’re talking
It’s fun while it lasts and it’s faster than walking
But no one is going to sympathize when we crash
They’ll say you hit what you head for
You get what you ask
And we’ll say we didn’t know
We didn’t even try
One minute there was road beneath us
And the next just skyI’m sorry I can’t help you
I cannot keep you safe
Sorry I can’t help myself
So don’t look at me that way
We can’t fight gravity
On a planet that insists
That love is like falling
And falling is like this
And just one more Simon & Garfunkel, because I can’t resist. And also because this one has a poetry reference as well. Paul Simon is the king of poetic lyrics.
A Poem on the Underground Wall
The last train is nearly due,
The underground is closing soon,
And in the dark deserted station,
Restless in anticipation,
A man waits in the shadows.His restless eyes leap and snatch,
At all that they can touch or catch,
And hidden deep within his pocket,
Safe within its silent socket,
He holds a coloured crayon.Now from the tunnel’s stony womb,
The carriage rides to meet the groom,
And opens wide the welcome doors,
But he hesitates, then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows.And the train is gone suddenly.
On wheels clicking silently
Like a gently tapping litany,
And he holds his crayon rosary
Tighter in his hand.Now from his pocket quick he flashes,
The crayon on the wall he slashes,
Deep upon the advertising,
A single-worded poem comprising
Four letters.And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding,
The poem across the tracks resounding,
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.




