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We stopped for coffee in the Redwood forest. Giant dripping leaves. Spoons of powdered cream. I wanted to kiss you, but wasn't sure how. Like those indians lost in the rainforest, forced to drag burning wood wherever they went. They had all forgotten how to start a fire. This is why people OD on pills and jump from the Golden Gate Bridge. Anything to feel weightless again. Those poor, lost indians-when the white men found them, most died of TB; the rest went insane. In our motel room you're drinking Slice and gin, reading Moby Dick on the other bed. Remember the first time we slept together? You said it felt like when you learned to float.
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Submitted by
leonperkin On Jan 05, 2005
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What an excellent song from this criminally overlooked duo! This is pure turn-of-the-century poetry. Suicide as the ultimate way of cutting loose from the weight of the world. And yes, the music is just fantabulous.
A true underground classic.
I'm going to contradict the previous commenter. I don't think this is about suicide. I think it's about being in a long-term relationship and losing the rush and the weightlessness that comes at the beginning.
christ this song is incredible.
Well, you got that wrong, kid-o. It's about suicide and it has some really excellent insights.
@Wedrowycz Nope. Twas written about me by Brett's brother whom I dated at the time and who wrote lyrics for a number of these titles, but isn't appropriately credited. I was living wreckless, trying to outrun the trauma of my past, poor gug could only sit by and watch as I lit up another spoon laughing in East Texas motel parking lots as everything burnt to ashes, including my little fish heart, still left in San Francisco. These words still hurt, a fair and very personal indictment, one sung by thousands who will never know me or the pain I...
@Wedrowycz Nope. Twas written about me by Brett's brother whom I dated at the time and who wrote lyrics for a number of these titles, but isn't appropriately credited. I was living wreckless, trying to outrun the trauma of my past, poor gug could only sit by and watch as I lit up another spoon laughing in East Texas motel parking lots as everything burnt to ashes, including my little fish heart, still left in San Francisco. These words still hurt, a fair and very personal indictment, one sung by thousands who will never know me or the pain I carried. Sorry I brought you with me to the abyss, Moops, but made for a catchy song, I guess. Love Always - GG