redlantern2051
01-28-2007, 07:36 PM
"The Whore's Prayer"
The grafitti on the wall
And the words by the churchyard
Remind me of how shallow my life has become.
Sometimes I feel 17,
Driving thru the ice city
My heart insulated by the radio and Soundgarden and cheap weed and memory
Sometimes I feel 32,
My heart pierced and sold and puntured into a million pieces
Like that of any whore
I look in the mirror as I drive,
And for just a moment
I see you there, I see you there
As beautiful as the day we met
In your purple bandana and your dark flower chain,
Laughing at some little joke I made,
Asking me to turn the music up
Both of us flashing our matching skull rings,
Both of us thinking we were so cool and so vain,
And I thought some friends would last forever
And I thought you were one
But you have to work to keep anything alive,
You have to work to keep anything alive,
We didn't know that then,
We thought long hot drives to the beach in Summer
Would keep us together forever
They didn't, nothing did, nothing could
Not even Beatles songs as we sang it all to the Sun
But down there on the fire-beach at midnight
As the gentle wind blew thru all our feelings,
Down there, you got the most of me
Down there, you got everything that even matters,
Down there, you got it all
I would have loved you till the grave
It’s true
But that’s so easy to say now
I would have loved you till the grave
It’s true
But that’s so easy to say now
I’m a cheap fuck surrounded by men who say yes
I’m a cheap fuck surrounded by men who say yes
I’m a cheap fuck surrounded by men who say yes
I used to see life through rose-colored lenses,
My heart aglow in Technicolor love,
I used to think I was Dean Martin
I used to think I was an Untouchable
Now I don’t know if the monsters are real,
I curl up under the covers,
I pray to people in Hollywood,
I’m afraid of the blinding light
As much as the dark
I fear the wrath of a terrible god
I mark my skin with the goddess
But I don’t know if anything is up there anyway
Maybe its all just an empty advert
And that just makes it worse
I’m ready for a fall, and I hear the voices,
I see your face in the mirror, I see you there
I want to ask you so many questions,
Did you feel it?
Was it love?
Did you feel it?
Was it love?
The silence is deafening and I run
Run to pills,
Run to coke,
Run to whatever
Whoever is holding,
I don't know what I take anymore,
It doesn’t even matter, I’m so tired inside
But I can't sleep alone, so I run
Run to strangers
Who sometimes tell me I'm beautiful,
But they don't always treat me that way
They call me a whore
Run to hotel rooms where everything is delicate,
For a while I liked to pretend
It was all romantic,
And I thought if I fooled everyone else I could fool myself
That changed the day I found the place
Where we used to kiss in Winter
Where we used to kiss in Winter
The place I couldn't shut down the memory
They call me a whore
The place where this heart hit the target that changed everything
They call me a whore
The place where I couldn't freeze out the feelings,
They call me a whore
The place with the Joy Division poster on the wall,
They call me a whore
The place where we said goodbye
They call me a whore
The place where we sang our real song,
They call me a whore,
The place where we said goodbye
They call me a whore,
All the places we went
They call me a whore
I see your face in the mirror, I see you there
I want to ask you so many questions,
Did you feel it?
Was it love?
Did you feel it?
Was it love?
The silence is deafening and I run
The grafitti on the wall
And the words by the churchyard
Remind me of how shallow my life has become.
(David Finn, 2007)
The grafitti on the wall
And the words by the churchyard
Remind me of how shallow my life has become.
Sometimes I feel 17,
Driving thru the ice city
My heart insulated by the radio and Soundgarden and cheap weed and memory
Sometimes I feel 32,
My heart pierced and sold and puntured into a million pieces
Like that of any whore
I look in the mirror as I drive,
And for just a moment
I see you there, I see you there
As beautiful as the day we met
In your purple bandana and your dark flower chain,
Laughing at some little joke I made,
Asking me to turn the music up
Both of us flashing our matching skull rings,
Both of us thinking we were so cool and so vain,
And I thought some friends would last forever
And I thought you were one
But you have to work to keep anything alive,
You have to work to keep anything alive,
We didn't know that then,
We thought long hot drives to the beach in Summer
Would keep us together forever
They didn't, nothing did, nothing could
Not even Beatles songs as we sang it all to the Sun
But down there on the fire-beach at midnight
As the gentle wind blew thru all our feelings,
Down there, you got the most of me
Down there, you got everything that even matters,
Down there, you got it all
I would have loved you till the grave
It’s true
But that’s so easy to say now
I would have loved you till the grave
It’s true
But that’s so easy to say now
I’m a cheap fuck surrounded by men who say yes
I’m a cheap fuck surrounded by men who say yes
I’m a cheap fuck surrounded by men who say yes
I used to see life through rose-colored lenses,
My heart aglow in Technicolor love,
I used to think I was Dean Martin
I used to think I was an Untouchable
Now I don’t know if the monsters are real,
I curl up under the covers,
I pray to people in Hollywood,
I’m afraid of the blinding light
As much as the dark
I fear the wrath of a terrible god
I mark my skin with the goddess
But I don’t know if anything is up there anyway
Maybe its all just an empty advert
And that just makes it worse
I’m ready for a fall, and I hear the voices,
I see your face in the mirror, I see you there
I want to ask you so many questions,
Did you feel it?
Was it love?
Did you feel it?
Was it love?
The silence is deafening and I run
Run to pills,
Run to coke,
Run to whatever
Whoever is holding,
I don't know what I take anymore,
It doesn’t even matter, I’m so tired inside
But I can't sleep alone, so I run
Run to strangers
Who sometimes tell me I'm beautiful,
But they don't always treat me that way
They call me a whore
Run to hotel rooms where everything is delicate,
For a while I liked to pretend
It was all romantic,
And I thought if I fooled everyone else I could fool myself
That changed the day I found the place
Where we used to kiss in Winter
Where we used to kiss in Winter
The place I couldn't shut down the memory
They call me a whore
The place where this heart hit the target that changed everything
They call me a whore
The place where I couldn't freeze out the feelings,
They call me a whore
The place with the Joy Division poster on the wall,
They call me a whore
The place where we said goodbye
They call me a whore
The place where we sang our real song,
They call me a whore,
The place where we said goodbye
They call me a whore,
All the places we went
They call me a whore
I see your face in the mirror, I see you there
I want to ask you so many questions,
Did you feel it?
Was it love?
Did you feel it?
Was it love?
The silence is deafening and I run
The grafitti on the wall
And the words by the churchyard
Remind me of how shallow my life has become.
(David Finn, 2007)