Oh my darling
Stole my fire again
Never sorry
You hold my heart in your hands
Four in the morning
Streets still covered in fall
Without any warning
You break loose and rattle the walls
Why do you love me?
Why do you want me so much?
So much for easy
So much for leaving a crutch
How long can I wait
Wait for the trumpets to call
Stare out at the grey
As the snowfall covers it all
Everyone packed
Just upped and disappeared
Magnificent act
It’s just what I had feared
Why do you love me?
Why do you want me so much?
So much for easy
So much for leaving a crutch
I need a miracle and the days that just passed me by?
I’ll always have your streets to get me high
Battered and cold
I still have to come home
I’m growing old
I still face you alone
It doesn’t matter
It may be hard to believe
Windows are shattered
I know that I’ll never leave
Why do you love me?
Why do you want me so much?
So much for easy
So much for leaving a crutch
I need a miracle and the days that just passed me by?
I’ll always have your streets to get me high
Last Tuesday and Wednesday night, Lindsay and I had the pleasure of seeing arguably the best American rock band around right now. Wilco has become a minor obsession of mine over the past 6 months or so and attending these concerts was, at the risk of sounding downright crazy, like going to church. The venue was, as usual, incredible. Our seats were great. The company was great (as was dinner). ‘Date nights’ have become far too rare for us with the new house, pets, and work. Most of all, the music, as expected, was awesome.
Can’t wait for the next time. I haven’t been brutalized by rock like that in a long, long time.
Somebody told me that poetry’s for assholes. Having spent as much time with myself as anyone possibly could, I think I believe them.
Long after I have gone
To the last street on the left
When the wind dies down
And the pictures fade
Upon your TV set
When you force his hand
To change the air
And the sun it shines
But you don’t care
Just put your ear to the ground
And you’ll hear one last how do you do
Long after I have gone
And the grass has grown too high
When the windows creek
And the doors all squeak
And the floorboards start to cry
When the dog is gone
And the cats are gone
And the money’s gone
And your honey’s gone
Just put your ear to the ground
And you’ll hear one last how do you do
Long after I have gone
And the lights are growing dim
When hills
Have turned to mountains
And the nighttime starts to grin
When you’re broken down
And beaten’ down
And stumblin’ round
And heaven-bound
Just put your ear to the ground
And you’ll hear one last how do you do
Long after I have gone
And you have passed yourself
The bells they ring
And cobwebs string
The pictures on the shelf
When hope is thin
That is when
You will see
My face again
And put your hand in mine
And we’ll say one last how do you do
Me - 4.21.2009 - One Last How Do You Do (rough).mp3
