Fiery Furnaces - "Drive To Dallas"
Inlaid Tuesday, wake up dry and heavy. Breakfast of toothpaste and fresh air, up the hill to the crest. It's quarter to nine, phone left bedside, sun shining shapes off the windows, strangers look happy today. Cash a cheque and mail a letter to an old boss, tying up loose ends. Trying to make a date by 5:30, tipped the day and let everything slide to the front, found wandering by 4:15. This is the part where only a few mistakes have been made. Our love is yet unpacked, obscured in cardboard boxes, forgiveness creamy and thick and cold and plenty. Stand marbled in a room made for big paintings, ceilings as high as the highest canvas. Waiting, keys and a tenner, and maybe a kiss, maybe a gift. I wonder what a fight will be like. Will it be cheap? Will it be quiet, full of guessing? Best not to think about it.
(image, thanks matt)
Posted by Dan at June 16, 2009 12:46 PMAwe-some writing! The song is almost as poignant.
Posted by: Mrazpaz at June 16, 2009 1:19 PMThe image is by John Stezaker.
http://www.theapproach.co.uk/artists/stezaker/1
Posted by: Matt at June 16, 2009 6:12 PMvery nice post. "Will it be quiet? Full of guessing? Best not to think about it." haha.
Posted by: indie music news at June 16, 2009 10:44 PM