pj harvey is in my head

2004-08-22, 12:08 p.m.

some mornings i wake up and look around for little stories on the walls or on the table. i look at teh words of rndom posters, sewing phrases together into a makeshift prom dress that i can let someone wear when i see them next. there are hundreds of cd cases all around me >>>be yourself tonight>> great expecations>> central reservation... they all burn into my memory for just a little while, untill the sleep in my eyes dilutes each image, turning them into crayon still lifes drawn by a drunken picasso.

the shoes on the ground are all ready to leave me. three pairs of different colors, packing their lives away in ziploc bags they will carry with their laces. the shadow around them makes a mountain range in the carpet; i am remembering each mountain i ever sat and watched.

Joseph walked on and on

The sunset went down and down

Coldness cooled their desire

And Dawn said, 'Let's build a fire'

The sun dressed the trees in green

And Joe said, 'I feel like a King'

And Dawn's neck and her feet were bare

Sweetness in her golden hair

Said, 'I�m not scared'

Turned to her and smiled

Secrets in his eyes

Sweetness of desire

Is this desire

Enough enough

To lift us higher

To lift above?

Hour-long, by hour, may we two stand

When we're dead, between these lands

The sun set behind his eyes

And Joe said, 'Is this desire?'

Is this desire

Enough enough

To lift us higher

To lift above?

Is this desire

Enough enough

Enough inside

Is this desire