my life in songs that i can only wish i’d written.
this album came out a while before The Elder and Unknown was born. it was (and still is) one of my favorites at the time surrounding her birth. this song just came up in my random playlist. not an exceptionally remarkable coinkydink, given that most of my on-computer was ripped from my CD collection, but remarkably apropos to the moment, anyway.
from Peter Murphy’s “Love Hysteria”
My Last Two Weeks
When I returned
You buried my last two weeks
My last two weeks
Of my new times
So it didn’t seem like
A wasted mouthful
A wasted mouthful
Because of a trip
That was trapped inside you
I was trapped inside you
And always imagined
That I could
I always imagined
Imagined I would
Conjure you up
Conjure you up
So it didn’t seem like
It didn’t seem like
I was conditioned
I was conditioned about that
So it didn’t seem like
A wasted mouthful
Am I untruthful
Am I untruthful
As a result of being
Maybe
Maybe it was too soon
The red rose
I liken it to the flicker of the pure
Fleeting moments
Precede our actions
Light that’s not burning
Light that’s not burning
No more lost sinking feeling
Tethered to your shoe
Tethered to you
We ask the controller
He sends us flames
Our lying bodies sleep
His whispered word says
Ah this is how
This is how it looks
From where we weep
Tethered to red rose
Tethered to your shoe
To the seven of cups
Tethered to you
if you were wondering, in older forms of Tarot, the 7 of Cups was “Debauchery”. i’ll let your own minds spin on the relevance. in modern Tarot forms, it’s “Fear”. both are obviously appropriate. from Peter Murphy’s other lyrical allusion to the Tarot, Runes, Numerology, and Astrology, one presumes the modern interpretations.
and that is, quite frankly, almost the total depth of my investigation into the metaphysical aspects of anthropology. “enjoy!”