"whatever ails you or presses you, whatever keeps you up at night...

fevers... mirrors: self-examination/reflection, vanity or self-loathing, i know i'm guilty of both..."

The phone slips from a loose grip. Words were missed like some apology. I didn’t want to tell you this no, it’s just some guy she's been hanging out withI don’t know, the past couple of weeks I guess.Thank you and hang up the phone...
But laughter pours from under doors in this house, I don’t understand that sound no more. It seems artificial, like a T.V. set. Well, haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh, This weight it must be satisfied. You offer only one reply you know not what you do. As you tear and tear your hair from roots from that same head you have twice removed now a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die. Well ha ha ha. I remember everything, the words we spoke on freezing South street. And all those morning watching you get ready for school. You combed your hair inside that mirror the one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears. Something about those bright colors would always make you feel better. But now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren’t meant for anyone. It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance. But there was once you said you hate my suffering and you understood and you’d take care of me. You'd always be there, well where are you now? Haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh the plans were never finalized. But left to hang like yarn and twine dangling before my eyes...
And I sing and sing unlawful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings, as my fingers press onto the strings yet another clumsy chord. Haligh, haligh, an awful lie this weight would now be satisfied, I'm gonna give you only one reply, I know not who I am. But I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears our conversations are circles, always one-sided, nothing is clear. Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack he says the choices were given and now you must live them or just not live, but do you want that?


For a sunrise or a sunset, you're either coming or you just left
But you're always on the way
Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet, they are really just the same...
The sunrise and the sunset, go home to your apartment
Put the cassette in the tape deck and let that fever play


Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand?
Like the sun's just gonna drop if it’s night you demand
Well, in the dark we are just air so the house might dissolve
But once we're gone, who's gonna care if we were ever here at all?
Well, summer's gonna come, it’s gonna cloud our eyes again
There's no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing
So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales
I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details
They seemed so important at the time but now you can’t even recall
Any of the names, faces, or lines, it's more the feeling of it all
Well, winter's gonna end, I’m gonna clean these veins again
So close to dying that I finally can start living
All right


Are your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry Middlemen?
Never peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens
All this death must need a counterweight always someone born again
First a mother bathes her child then the other way around
The Scales always find a way to level out
I tried to pass for nothing
But my dreams gave me away