Dry the flowers, file the sheet-music,
save me for the fire
I spent the day forgetting
the dream that woke me up

The garden is empty
and I still remember why
I'm so reluctant ot start it again
eternal November
shines through the marrow of me

I never was a very good fighter
they started me young
You always were the very best lover
that I couldn't love

The years they will make you a pretty good runner,
yeah I've been running around all of this time
Shot in the dark, down in the shadows
waiting for when,
yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear...

You were running around so you'd never remember this
fear lights a fire under you
And all you leave behind are the smoke and the ashes
a trail of grey and blue...

Blame me dear for any disaster,
oh how the kerosene ran dry
and we made our bed in that familiar graveyard
between the sternum and the spine

Oh darling I think that all of the answers
went south on the backs of those grey winged birds
or slipped through our finger
while we were sleeping
waiting for when,
yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear...

Along the way the light is the medecine
along the way we search for the sun
to call us down the dark corridor
back into the world....


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    General CommentMemory in Chris Pureka's lyrics pull a tension between that thoracic plunge and a word I forgot which describes the asystolic offbeat, the beat between, the return, "trying to find a compromise between remembering and learning to forget" in 'So it Goes'.

    I'm a long time on and off again songmeanings creeper and first time writer. and first comment for this song. I've often come here looking to others' emotional takes to decode my own compulsions and wishful thinking -interpretations- and all that is cryptic in remembering together the things we lost - the mix tapes - from relationships we couldn't recover - the data corrupted - disintegrated - fall leaves post-burst into the archival earth - something about the light and cool of November -shines through the marrow of me- is sobering and sorrow, clear, cruel, lucid, painful, confusing.

    "The garden is empty
    and I still remember why
    I'm so reluctant ot start it again"

    I've tried to start the garden again with others - once even to project an image of sanity to myself - why would you still think about something that is gone, why that reluctance between pleasure and pain - how fucked up am I to still hold you in my mind and heart when you were the person who held me and hurt me like none other - "you always were the very next lover that I couldn't love" - I couldn't love, you wouldn't let love, loved, or was just toyed with by your obviously superior emotional intelligence, don't worry though or gloat, I won't always be your fool.

    "eternal November
    shines through the marrow of me" eternal as in I listen to this song all year round, bed time playlists, iPod running playlists (hitting stride with the lyric: "You were running around so you'd never remember this
    fear lights a fire under you")

    "Blame me dear for any disaster, (you were right to run, you laid out the framework for preservation: emotional boundaries I couldn't respect)
    oh how the kerosene ran dry
    and we made our bed in that familiar graveyard
    between the sternum and the spine"

    An interviewer once asked Chris Pureka to talk about the life-events that inspired one of Chris's albums and Chris's answer was that it was all in the lyrics - so I'm going to respect that this song is brilliant and doesn't even really need any added words and I don't want to reveal too much of what is more complex than this space allows.
    zkrzkron October 31, 2014   Link

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