The Prodigal Daughter

i kinda want to start writing it again.

It doesn’t hurt me.
You wanna feel how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn’t hurt me?
You wanna hear about the deal I’m making?
You *be running up that hill*
You and me *be running up that hill*

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh…

You don’t want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I’m tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don’t we?

You, *be running up that hill*
You and me, *be running up that hill*
You and me won’t be unhappy.

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
If I only could, oh…

‘C’mon, baby, c’mon, c’mon, darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C’mon, angel, c’mon, c’mon, darling,
Let’s exchange the experience, oh…’

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems. x2

‘If I only could, be running up that hill.’ x7

item #1:
in a bad neighborhood
vandals hit up churches to
break keys and superglue in locks
so fuck jesus
but you are jesus

item #2:
i met a man that could easily take care of me
who is also married
because show me a man who is not a womanizer
and you show me someone either too strong or weak

item #3:
that cunt got bitter b/c she’s dried out
teen nymphs running the wet dream gammit
yer pin dick might even rip them open

and it makes me so sick to my stomach

item #4:
she said that boyfriends are like fish: after about three days they stink

item #5:
he told me that he wasn’t going to lie
and then i heard him take it back
but
if you have to say you’re not going to lie
then chances are you probably still will

item #6:
i feel doubled back by some anonymous blow
he told me that depressed people should just get
up off their asses and change it
he has no sympathy for them

“The two cops shot yesterday are the fifth and sixth officers hit by gunfire in seven weeks - and the fourth and fifth to be shot within a month.”

—
The Daily News

going through old things today. here’s another one:

there’s a fallout shelter
in city hall

there’s a man painting
on the side walk

there’s homemade stickers
on sign backs

wore the wrong shoes out
blisters on my heels

looped around and back

on the hottest days the cold
permeates from somewhere within the stone
it’s a vault of old story city

city hall fall out shelter
left over from the red scare
taken over for the city square

make something from somewhere
pure;
find that place inside untainted by
any emotion but the one true and crystal clear,
like an iridescent bubble on the edge of
a puddle on blacktop mixed with gasoline and water.

in august 2001: the days you woke up before the sun.
it was dark in the morning and you would catch old people go
the wrong way on the traffic circle.
you stood there every morning for 4 months
until the chill of november was set into
your bones like a killer in the midst of marrow cells.
osteoporosis
paralysis
marrow is
and you are still an alien amongst these people
that you grew up with. girls now women
hearing me spin useless yarns about where i have been
still not quite getting it.
skeletons of grandparents
who fought in the greatest war.

the white has closed in
buildings jutting up from
a concrete garden and at
4 pm it’s almost dark

the white has shrugged off
the sun like a bad habit
making the city feel like
it’s the only thing that exists

i want to wrap them up
in the white like the buildings
i want to be the white
for your arms and face
for a mute warm body

Careless in our summer clothes
Splashing around in the muck and the mire
Careless in our summer clothes
Splashing around in the muck and the mire

Fell asleep with stains
Cake deep in the knees, what a pain

Now hang me up to dry
You wrung me out too, too, too many times
Now hang me up to dry
I’m pearly like the white-whi-whites of your eyes

All mixed up in the wash
Hot water bleeding our colors
All mixed up in the wash
Hot water bleeding our colors

Now hang me up to dry
You wrung me out too, too, too many times
Now hang me up to dry
I’m pearly like the white-whi-whites of your eyes

Now hang me up to dry
You wrung me out too, too, too many times
Now hang me up to dry
I’m pearly like the white-whi-whites of your eyes

Now hang me up to dry
You wrung me out too, too, too many times
Now hang me up to dry
I’m pearly like the white-whi-whites of your eyes

—
The Cold War Kids