Born with a face that life would erase
I chased the frustrated wind to New York
Fell in love with Monique to a Yanks winning streak
And we danced to the popping of corks

I found work in the weeds of the kitchen where the seeds
Of my dreams I did plant in the sink
Where the tower of plates threw shadows on our fates
And I had too much time for to think

Fourteen hours a day left me little time to play
With my lover who slept through her blues
As the sizzle of filets was the soundtrack that played
While I struggled through my headaches and flus
And my vision of a day when we could get away
Seemed t sink into the suds of the soap
That I used to make money that I spent on my honey
For to keep her in Cheetos and dope

One day alone with my thoughts and the pans and the pots
I was beginning to fear for our life
While the burners threw heat from out under the meat
I lunged with the edge of a knife
And as my blood formed a rose with the sweat from my nose
On the face of a China white plate

I returned to a time when hope was our friend
Instead of this bitch that we hate

I fell to the tiles my face was all smiles
The sink overflowing a flood as sous chefs and waiters
And vegetable traders all stood in the path of my blood
I began to relax and slowly unwind and drift off as the maitre’d cried
“Well this is what happens when love starts to rot and poisons the dishwasher’s mind”

I awoke to the sound of Monique calling out from her nightmarish side of our bed
My wrists were all flesh there were no signs of cuts
As I reached out to touch her sweet head
And as the sweat on her face found a new resting place
On the tip of my fingers I leaned
Into her ear and told her no fear
We’re just having the same awful dream

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    General CommentThis is rock n roll poetry at is finest, as good as Dylan, full stop. I love the "nightmarish side of the bed" lyrics, I get a really vivid image of the fear manifesting itself physically all around the girl as they both sleep next to each other. And I like the image of the burners throwing heat, and rhyming "thoughts" with "pots". There's just some really sophisticated and unusual turns of phrase in Marah's lyrics, its one of the reasons why I love them.
    mickconleyon January 12, 2007   Link

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