Softer than dust and louder than bombs
A sort of communal meme, stolen from
watermelontail:
The world ends, the credits roll. Which song plays?
By the original rules, R.E.M.'s "End of the World As We Know It" is out of bounds for obviousness. I have chosen Tom Waits' "A Good Man Is Hard To Find":
Well, I always play Russian roulette in my head
It's seventeen black or twenty-nine red
How far from the gutter? How far from the pew?
I will always remember to forget about you
A good man is hard to find
Only strangers sleep in my bed
And my favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite color is red
What about you?
The world ends, the credits roll. Which song plays?
By the original rules, R.E.M.'s "End of the World As We Know It" is out of bounds for obviousness. I have chosen Tom Waits' "A Good Man Is Hard To Find":
Well, I always play Russian roulette in my head
It's seventeen black or twenty-nine red
How far from the gutter? How far from the pew?
I will always remember to forget about you
A good man is hard to find
Only strangers sleep in my bed
And my favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite color is red
What about you?

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Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME
...
I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn't make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body
there's a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
And I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME
...
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME
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looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
That's ominous. I need to find a copy.