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October 17*2002, 11:36 pm
John Darnielle writes the most beautiful songs ever. here are some lyrics from some unreleased songs: "i love you. let's light ourselves on fire" what's going to be the death of me? static electricity. what's making me take it all too far? you are. you are. what's kepping me up at night? the streetlight. what's finally gonna let me sleep alright? you might. you might. how do i know what i know? where did our love go? how come the river froze over this year? what are we hiding here? i saw you waiting by the mailbox. saw the mailman come. saw the neighbors poke their heads out of their windows. i saw everyone. I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH. "red choral diamond spray" as we pull into the harbor in new york today, i ask you how you're doing. you swear up and down you're ok. but i can see what's gotten into your eyes. it's written all over your face tonight. we will never see ireland again. we will never see ireland again. as we hang up the map on the motel wall, count up the places that we've left behind, add the distances in between them all, all the bridges that someone's burned down for us, all the chances that we burned all by ourselves, makes us wonder what we were thinking then. 'cause we will never see ireland again. we will never see ireland again. we will never see ireland again. HE IS PLAYING IN NY AGAIN SOON. "one frozen river" when my old friend came crawling up the hill, broken and bloody, carrying her hair in clumps in her hands, i let her right on in, let her right in. when she stood at the kitchen window, staring out at the countryside, and then she looked my way. i let her right on in, let her right in. and when she was stronger than she'd been before, i opened the front door. and then i opened the back door. and the sunlight poured in. yeah. WHEN HE PLAYS IT MAKES ME HURT. i wish he was playing right now. these lines are great too: "i saw the long row of blue bells. i saw the fox glove and the night shade. i saw the cool garden and i though a while about how i'd been waiting for you since the second grade." i think he feels more than most people. or is just more honest about it. good night.
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