something good

Something good, oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now.
Get high, hit the floor before you go.
Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport.
But something good tonight will make me forget about you for now
Forty-eight thousand seats,bleats
 and roars for my memories of you.

Now that I’m fully clean
the matador is no more and is dragged from view.
Get high, hit the floor before you go.
Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport.
Forty-eight thousand seats, bleats
and roars for my memories of you,
Now that I am clean
the matador is no more and is dragged from view.
But something good tonight will make me forget about you for now.

-alt j

taro

Flowers in December
Mazzy Star

Before I let you down again
I just want to see you in your eyes
I wouldn't have taken everything out on you
I only thought you could understand
They say every man goes blind in his heart
And they say everybody steals somebody's heart away
And I've got nothing more to say about it
Nothing more than you would need
Send me your flowers of your December
Send me your dreams of your candy wine
I've got just one thing I can't give you
Just one more thing of mine
They say every man goes blind in his heart
They say everybody steals somebody's heart away
And I've been wondering why you let me down
And I've been taking it all for granted

dimension

last night, we built a fort out of old bed sheets -- little rose buds, giant yellow roses, bamboo, retro squares. we sat inside, on a bare mattress with a light between us. we both wore silk kimonos, and sipped red wine from cracked tea cups. i told you about a balloon that i discovered. it looked like an ordinary balloon -- lavender, full of helium, with a dark purple string. but at night, if  i climbed to the top of a black obelisk in the middle of a japanese city (where it waited for me) i could hold the string and fly anywhere. i could fly in and out of cities, into day, into night, even into memories and time. i flew to a farm, where boys were playing marbles on a dusty road. i flew to buenos aires, and watched a boat race.

but then, one day, someone told me that my balloon was dangerous. that night, when i went to fly again, the string disintegrated in my hands, and the balloon flickered and faded like a face i knew but couldn't remember.

i told you my story, about the balloon. you tackled me, wrestled me, my wine spilled all over the mattress. i laughed. you kissed me: i love you. kissed me again: i love you. and again: i love you.