I want to move and feel. I want the land and sea and sky in a lacquered frame. I want futility. I want the wind to war against calm and I want comprehend the language of rain. I want intensity. I want a rail ticket and a raincoat and a piano and a lightning strike and 8:37pm. I want romance without a restraining order. I want to break the rules and swear an oath and keep the rhythm to common time. I want my country back. I want to make love in the drowning rain to a man in a leather jacket who's got a heart like a rock in the sea. I want to bottle anger and do shots on family holidays with gritted teeth chasers. I want to spite the cold. I want to scream until my throat bleeds raw and my hands tremble to dust. I want a rose carved in a trust with thorns to drag across my eyes. I want to know where I am. I want to count back from seven-three-oh and find the diva lost in a swoon of peace. I want to hear something better.
And I want it to stop.
Remixed 10:11am || 11/10/04
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I want to catch a leaf before it hits the ground. I want to light a cigarette with a fifty dollar bill. I want to name the sky. I want to rage like silence and fuck like a storm. I want a soundtrack for my life with bands I've never heard of. I want light.