Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Holocaust, by Big Star

Your eyes are almost dead
Can't get out of bed
And you can't sleep

The deep crater of the soul:

My dark pilgrimage burns out in the twilight: memories awaken me to remind me my own cavities. Happiness is quickly forgotten when we shared wounds with the remains of our breath. You: the thin carnal horizon to reveal that daylight was here. At his hour ghosts achieve their full meaning:

You're a wasted face
You're a sad-eyed lie
You're a holocaust.

Holocaust, by Big Star

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warm jet said...

Big Star III such a classic gem.