I’m no foolI know you’re coolI never really wanted your heart. —Mazzy Star, from “Blue Flower,” She Hangs Brightly. (1990)
When I have not rage or sorrow, and you depart from me, then I am most afraid. When the belly is full, and the mind has its sayings, then I fear for my soul; I rush to you as a child at night breaks into its parents’ room. Do not forget me in my satisfaction.… Continue reading Leonard Cohen
I almost went to bedwithout rememberingthe four white violetsI put in the button-holeof your green sweater and how i kissed you thenand you kissed meshy as though I’dnever been your lover — Leonard Cohen, “Song,” The Spice-Box of Earth. (Jonathan Cape, London 1973.; F edition 1973)
I will break into your thoughtsWith what’s written on my heart — Flyleaf, from “I’m So Sick,” Flyleaf (2006)
I heard of a manwho says words so beautifullythat if he only speaks their namewomen give themselves to him.If I am dumb beside your bodywhile silence blossoms like tumors on our lips.it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door. — Leonard Cohen, “I heard of a man,”… Continue reading Leonard Cohen
I am troubled, immeasurablyby your eyes.I am struck by the featherof your soft reply.The sound of glassspeaks quick, disdainand concealswhat your eyes fightto explain. ― Jim Morrison, Wilderness: The Lost Writings, Vol. 1 (Vintage; 1st Vintage Books ed edition, December 17, 1989) Originally published 1988.
‘T ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones. — Tom Waits, from “T’aint No Sin (To Take Off Your Skin and Dance Around in Your Bones),” The Black Rider. Original Release Date: October 25, 1993. Island Records.
I find it hard to believe you don’t know the beauty you are,But you don’t let me be your eyes. — Lou Reed, The Velvet Underground, “I’ll Be Your Mirror,” The Velvet Underground & Nico. (March 12, 1967)
Some fall in love.I shatter. —Stephin Merritt, from “I Shatter,” 69 Love Songs, Volume Two. (1999)
When I see and think how much air separates me from that lovely face that is always so near to me and so distant. Then to myself softly: ‘What do you know, wretch? perhaps off there someone is sighing now because of your absence.’ And in this thought my soul breathes more easily. — Petrarch,… Continue reading Petrarch