Piano Magic - Seasonally Affective 1996 - 2000 (2001) by Piano Magic (보컬) on maniadb.com

And there were those films
Made in the Seventies where dolls ran through fields
Late at night, after men
His shirt is my dress
I lost my knees and hands
He drowned my make-up in the white sand
And I'm too tiny for a heart this big
It swells like an ocean
It's breaking the jail of ribs
And he said it won't hurt
And he said it won't hurt
And he said it won't hurt
A lie the size of the sky
And this hotel is dusty and he's locked the door
And the sea's gone so far out I can't see it anymore
I was baking when he kissed me
I put flour in his hair
He rolled me like a bottle, whispering wrong French in my ear

I've got the snow on my side - i've got no doubts about that
And though this city grows wider, i always know where i'm at
I got your letter this morning
I know you mean what you say
And though the stations are closed down, i've got to get away
I'm somewhere off the compass
I'm somewhere lower than hell
And when you say you're beyond this, i say, "i've been there as well"

Could it be that you drove me into your fleet of hand-melt candy
Could it be that you sent me falling off the roof backwards, gently
Do not let my words depress you - I'm here to uplift you now (I'm here to uplift you now)
Her eyes have gone south - terrible lies she denies
Could it be that you broke me into a sheet of rain swept sideways?
Could it be that you wrote me a dead attempt?
It just plain scares me
Do not let my words distract you from all the fun you demand - from the fun of the century
No more glistening wet poems in your honour, captain of alienation, New York, money, compassion

It's just out of reach
Can't think of nothing else
Gathering the nerve
Something's in the air
It's just out of reach and i'm on the ground
I have energy
Talking to myself

I am the sub-librarian, come in on the council bus
Chalk Farm to Highgate Woods, sportsbag of borrowed books
A steady diet of Brautigan, 'Tapestry' on the walkman
Paranormal ill-health from dusting off the top shelf
I am the sub-librarian, counter girl, tea-maker
I am the sub-librarian, swan feeder, spectacle breaker
I am the sub-librarian

England's dreaming, winter absent
I take my books back, change my accent
First in the library
You queue up behind me, frost-bitten in french mittens
Take care on the corner
Sliding on white grass
I catch up with your shadow but you're walking too fast

She said, "it's ok - you'll feel better every day and all memory of this will fade away"
And that's the biggest lie and i just wonder why when love dissolves we don't all just die
I sat by the lake when everyone had gone home, nothing on my body but the sadness i had on
I felt death's elbow nudging at my ribs, telling me to let go - i don't deserve to live
She said, "it's ok - you'll feel better every day and all memory of this will fade away"
And that's the biggest lie and i just wonder why when love dissolves we don't all just die, liar

Amongst the books, an angel i've not met
And time hasn't touched her yet
From a to m to z she swans, as if avoiding bed
Pigtails instead of wings
I strung her harp with my heart strings
And i would ask this spring for her
If i knew what the right words were

The canadian brought us snow and lucky strikes for john to smoke
A thursday night with powercuts, in mountain socks, burning books
We watched the jetsons for too long -saw robots in our sleep
Naval lights from amsterdam through the kettle steam
The jesus glow of calor gas illuminates the frosted glass
The windowsill, a battle scene of airfix kits and disney queens
Born too early, wake up too late
Minds of chomsky but low birth weight
Sleeping beside, treat us like eggs
Box-jellyfish light; tinsel legs

Joanne comes around with a radio and absinthe
We start the afternoon with polish xmas songs on shortwave
She laughs as we burn the first shot, the green flame
I love joanne
We've been friends for 12 years
We used to be lovers but now a hug can be just a hug
I followed her from derbyshire to london
She's the sub-librarian, the swan feeder, spectacle breaker
I wanted to buy her a bicycle this xmas but she said it was too much
She can close me down like i let no-one else do
We watch the green flame in the window
And it somehow makes me think of Amsterdam or Paris
Rain beneath canal bridges in neon cafe light
The phone rings but it's not for me
The answering machine catches it and holds it and holds it and holds it