Song of the Week

[tinhuviel]

From the forthcoming Shriekback album, Having a Moment


GODS GARDENIAS

Mila puts the flowers in her organized hair,
Celia keeps her money in a "C".
The mist is on the river, the drinks are on the bar-
Pleasure's not a dirty word to me.
I say chat me no more yoga, show me no more signs,
Read me no more catalogues of all my crimes.
The thought is flowing and the beast feels fine;
God's gardenias rain on me.

Sara throws potatoes at the lean yellow moon,
Getting even for that summer night;
The sun was on the city, the crab was in the sky-
Sara had a thing about the lights.
She said quote me no more Horace, swat me no more flies;
Don't rely on what we try to symbolize.
The walls lack tissue, it's a mean design;
God's gardenias rain on me.

Rosie sees the dawning through her calm lion's eyes,
Cuts a dashing figure in the gloom;
The Tigris and Euphrates, the Jordan and the Nile
Gush out from the corners of her room.
So I say blow me no more kisses, scrape me no more bones;
Talk to me of ecstasies of flesh and stone.
Let's ask for absolution one more time;
God's gardenias rain on me.

The black narcissus smiles on me and mine;
God's gardenias rain on me.

Comments

[debrafortune.livejournal.com]

OOoo It'll be so nice to hear this with the full Shriekback - it's definately one of my new favorite songs just from the piano stuff you sent. Awesome!