Monday, October 22, 2007

For You

Princess cards she sends me with her regards
barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard.

Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted
To her Cheshire smile. I'll stand on file, she's all I ever wanted.

But you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts
honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back

you wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks.

You said, "Here's your mirror and your ball and jacks".
But they're not what I came for, and I'm sure you see that too

I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency
I came for you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency

and your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free

Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak
reveal yourself all now to me girl while you've got the strength to speak

Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue with their oxygen masks
But I could give it all to you now if only you could ask.

And don't call for your surgeon even he says it's too late
It's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate

Don't give me money, honey, I don't want it back
you and your pony face and your union jack
well take your local joker and teach him how to act

I swear I was never that way even when I really cracked
Didn't you think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive
able to leap tall buildings in a single bound?

And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motive
you could laugh and cry in a single sound.

And your strength is devastating in the face of all these odds

Remember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the god?

You were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beach
Remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach

And the band they played the homecoming theme as I caressed your cheek
That ragged, jagged melody she still clings to me like a leech.

But that medal you wore on your chest always got in the way
like a little girl with a trophy so soft to buy her way

We were both hitchhikers but you had your ear tuned to the roar
of some metal-tempered engine on an alien, distant shore

So you, left to find a better reason than the one we were living for
and it's not that nursery mouth I came back for
It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor

cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed through all your doors
And who am I to ask you to lick my sores?
And you should know that's true...

I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency
I came for you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency
and your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free


Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines said...

You had me with the pictures. Not so much the Springsteen, though. Still, powerful stuff.

Remind me not to piss you off too much.

La Sirena said...

I know Springsteen isn't everybody's cup of tea -- he's so freakin' Amurrican but I enjoy his pseudo-cryptic lyrics and guitar chops and energy -- and most of his songs are about the open road, love or how much it hurts when reamed by the man -- topics close to my apparently volatile heart.

Also, I'm fond of co-opting and re-defining with irony or juxtaposition. Or not.

Pelmo said...

You have to stop using all of these, I got some education under my belt words.

If you are going to do so, you have to buy me a new dictionary. The old one is falling apart from over use, in try to decipher your writings.

La Sirena said...

I recommend one of the online dictionaries like

Rosetta Stone or

It's more like I-have-a-word-fetish kind of a thing than anything.


twit said...

I like some bits & pieces of Springsteen but the link doesn't work for me.

Nor does the first picture load :[

Other than that, a very valid post.

You're starting to make my blog look positively cheery.

La Sirena said...

I know, I basically am depressed and utterly inept this week.

I can't get the music file from my computer to load to my blog -- actually, I'm not sure how to do it and Blogger Help is an oxymoron. And none of my other usual methods for linking music are working right now.

I think I'm going to bed now.

Pavel Chekov said...

When you do posts that are negative toward the lord and savior of this nation, the terrorists win. Nice work.

twit said...

You're so right, Bostick ¦:¬รพ

Word Verification: lenntl

La Sirena said...

PC -- But if I'm negative in my heart, doesn't that mean the terrorists have already won?

Twit -- OH man! I can't believe I couldn't figure that out on my own! I am kinda dense sometimes.

DFK said...

These images are really powerful indeed.

When I was in NYC in september, it was the first time I was in a country at war. It was surreal. Marines in uniforms were buying perfumes and gifts in trendy shops. They were completely out of place on the busy streets.

Moreover, it seemed like no one cared... very strange feeling.

La Sirena said...

Even when we're not officially at war there is always a bit of a military presence -- you see more around than before though. So, it's not that we don't care, as much as it just isn't very shocking to us. What bothers me is there are so many more police around -- watching, pulling people over.