she was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
she hadn’t been a virgin and he hadnt been a god
so she named the baby elvis, to make up for the royalty he lacked and
from then on it was turpentine and patches, from then on it was cold campbells from the can and
they were just two jerks
playing with matches
cos thats all they knew how to play
and it was raining cats and dogs outside of her window and
she knew they’d be destined to become sacred roadkill on the way and
she was listening
to the sound of heaven shaking thinking about puddles and
puddles and mistakes cos its been
turpentine and patches its been
cold cold campbells from the can and
they were just two jerks
playing with matches
cos that’s all they knew how to play
elvis never could
carry a tune and
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
she was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin saying why don’t i begin again with
turpentine and patches
with cold cold campbells from the can
after all i’m still a jerk
playing with matches
i’ts just that he’s not around to play along yeah
i’m still an asshole, playing with candles
blowing out wishes
blowing out dreams
just sitting here and trying to decipher
what’s written in braille upon my skin
there is something about Beach House’s songs that really gets under my skin. I can listen to all their albums in one go, especially while I’m revising, and if it weren’t for the many many spotify adverts, I probably wouldn’t notice when one song changed to another.
"Greta Garbo, and Monroe, Dietrich and DiMaggio, Marlon Brando, Jimmy Dean, on the cover of a magazine, Grace Kelly; Harlow, Jean, picture of a beauty queen, Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers, dance on air, they had style, they had grace, Rita Hayworth gave good face, Lauren, Katherine, Lana too, Bette Davis, we love you, ladies with an attitude, fella’s that were in the mood,
don’t just stand there let’s get to it, strike a pose, there’s nothing to it" — Madonna - VOGUE
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don’t just stand there let’s get to it, strike a pose, there’s nothing to it" — Madonna - VOGUE
the feeling nostalgia gives you is so bittersweet. sometimes if you listen to a song and it reminds you of a time, or a person, or a feeling, it twists your stomach indefinitely and creates this weird sort of nausea - even if the memory evoked is a good one. probably more so if it’s a good one, as it reminds you of a feeling you no longer feel or a time that you were so happy you wonder if you’ll ever be that happy again. I can’t seem to write a blog post that isn’t depressing, but the power and ability songs have to be able to take you back to certain times and places never fails to amaze me.
"I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past." — Virginia Woolf
(Source: myquotelibrary)
