Musicians Will be the Death of Me

It's nights like this that I can write tragedy, break it into a thousand knives and slice it through me. A muse with dark hair, dark hands that I have memorized only a dozen times during the brief loves we've shared. A muse ever-fleeting, taking me down with him into the dingy waters of teenage-stained tears and coke and weed. Leaving me there. It's nights like this when I am thrown off my high, forget the love I showered about the world and concentrate on my situation in the water. His absence leaves the dankest hole within me, screaming open with two years of scars and magic, the clinking of chains. All I do is listen and look, playing over in my mind the meaningless times. Pushing aside memories and favorite places only to cling to them once more, knickknacks and artifacts that envelope the truth, and I think it's all magic, all the time. The way he makes me feel, the way we are together, a force that always brings us back to the sea, the arms of one another encircled and clasping as if never to let go. It's over as soon as it all began. Why seek me out? How did he find me? How did I not escape again, after the years of agony... one night throws us back into the ever mutilating swing of things: He and I. It is a sentence that should not exist since the origin two years ago, but here we are again, drawn to the water, clutching hands like fallen rain--the situation disguised by a magic I know was never there. But still, as we lay quiet together in understanding, we feel it. It's something we'll never admit or touch, it's two halves of an entity invisible. Something common dwells and destroys. Nothing good can come. The fun will be had, but the hearts will be darkened. I want so bad to triumph, but I know something deeper is felt in this situation, and I will never forget the times I felt so whole. I hate and I love and I feel nothing. I feel nothing. What a lie. I wish.

When the earth was still flat,
And the clouds made of fire,
And mountains stretched up to the sky,
Sometimes higher,
Folks roamed the earth
Like big rolling kegs.
They had two sets of arms.
They had two sets of legs.
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
As they talked; while they read.
And they never knew nothing of love.
It was before the origin of love.

The origin of love

And there were three sexes then,
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back,
Called the children of the sun.
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth.
They looked like two girls
Rolled up in one.
And the children of the moon
Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
They were part sun, part earth
Part daughter, part son.

The origin of love

Now the gods grew quite scared
Of our strength and defiance
And Thor said,
"I'm gonna kill them all
With my hammer,
Like I killed the giants."
And Zeus said, "No,
You better let me
Use my lightening, like scissors,
Like I cut the legs off the whales
And dinosaurs into lizards."
Then he grabbed up some bolts
And he let out a laugh,
Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.
Gonna cut them right up in half."
And then storm clouds gathered above
Into great balls of fire

And then fire shot down
From the sky in bolts
Like shining blades
Of a knife.
And it ripped
Right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun
And the moon
And the earth.
And some Indian god
Sewed the wound up into a hole,
Pulled it round to our belly
To remind us of the price we pay.
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
Gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane,
To scatter us away,
In a flood of wind and rain,
And a sea of tidal waves,
To wash us all away,
And if we don't behave
They'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping round on one foot
And looking through one eye.

Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love