Your hands hang like stones,
If you could lift them you’d cover your face.
This is the moment things change.
The moment things would never be the same.
So you writhe you broken limbed leper.
If you were here now, I’d cut you open.
Because I don’t want to feel anymore.
I want it all to burn.
This guilt is all seeing,
carrying you home to the shore.
I will use you until the end.
Until the end.
If you make a reference to some trouble that you know
Can it help you keep it under control
Or should I really reconsider
My reasons for going solo
David Byrne on Bob Costas puts it pretty well
But I put it better
I still run the show
Don’t you forget it
So I had to let some go
Don’t think I don’t regret it
Because I do and I don’t
Think I’m better off alone
Man I could have made a big sound
But I love to let my friends down
Fewer moving parts means fewer broken pieces
When every other start requires a brand new thesis
One good friend remarks with a rightfully angry
Jesus dude! None of us know what to do with you
To which I in pride responded
I’ve got news for you
None of you have to ‘cause…
The answer is no. Matrimony is a fucked concept in this country; maybe letting those who want to work hard for the right to BE married will set an example to those who have remarried eight times.
I think the end of this interview is a joke. At least, I hope it is..
What a shitty way to find out about an affair..
