Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire; Lyre, Lyricist, Your Words A Mirror Kissed

I know I love Patty Griffin, but I’ll spare you this time to tell you about the Indigo Girls again. “Ghost” is one of the first songs of theirs I fell in love with, because of the story it tells, its haunting lyrics and how they so masterfully meld to the music. I’ll just post the lyrics here, the way they appear on their website:

there’s a letter on the desktop that i dug out of a drawer the last truce we ever came to from our adolescent war and i start to feel a fever from the warm air through the screen you come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams and the mississippi’s mighty but it starts in Minnesota at a place where you could walk across with five steps down and i guess that’s how you started like a pinprick to my heart but at this point you rush right through me and i start to drown and there’s not enough room in this world for my pain signals cross and love gets lost and time passed makes it plain of all my demon spirits i need you the most i’m in love with your ghost i’m in love with your ghost dark and dangerous like a secret that gets whispered in a hush (don’t tell a soul) when i wake the things i dreamt about you last night make me blush (don’t tell a soul) when you kiss me like a lover then you sting me like a viper i go follow to the river play your memory like the piper and i feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me but i’d walk into the fingers of your fire willingly and dance the edge of sanity i’ve never been this close in love with your ghost ooooh… unknowing captor you’ll never know how much you pierce my spirit but i can’t touch you can you hear it a cry to be free or i’m forever under lock and key as you pass through me now i see your face before me i would launch a thousand ships to bring your heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips as i burn up in your presence and i know now how it feels to be weakened like Achilles with you always at my heels and my bitter pill to swallow is the silence that i keep that poisons me i can’t swim free the river is too deep though i’m baptized by your touch i am no worse at most in love with your ghost

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I’ll probably continue on my thoughts about lyrics later. But for now, I have to get ready for band practice. Oh. Did I tell you that I’m in a band? Trumpet, clarinet, ukulele, and tambourine. Yeah, I know. You don’t have to say how awesome we are. We already know. I think we might actually agree on a band name tonight.

Hey. Yeah, You.

Yesterday was a bit of a heavy-traffic day here at mayiwrite.com. I looked at my stats and tried to figure out where all the viewing came from. I can’t nail it down to any single source.

For all you new folks, I hope you found a little something of what you’ve been looking for. I hope you come back.

For all you lurkers, I appreciate you. I may or may not know who you are, but hopefully you find something here useful or entertaining. Hopefully not blackmaily or otherwise extortiony.

For all you whose feeds spit out my posts on a seemingly obnoxious basis, thanks for not unsubscribing.

Thanks for reading. Seriously. You have no idea how much it means.

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In other news, last night I went to a cabaret. Afterwards, some of us went to a restaurant to celebrate and we ended up sitting close to Geoffrey Rush. He did not look like a troubled piano prodigy or a pirate. So much fun.

The cabaret was excellent. Remind me to showcase Matt on the next Friend Feature. He’s really a stellar guy.