From We Shall All Be Healed (4AD, 2004).
(A junkie friend stole this record from me a couple of years ago. I’d have been okay with that if I knew he was listening to it, because it’s a great album when you’re in a dark and self-destructive place. Sadly, I’m pretty sure he sold it on immediately.)
We stank of hair dye and ammonia
We sealed ourselves away from view
You were looking at the void and seldom blinking
The best that I could do
Was to train my eyes on you
We scaled the hidden hills beneath the surface
Scraped our fingers bloody on the stones
And built a little house that we could live in
Out of Dinu Lipatti’s bones
We kept our friends at bay all summer long
Treated the days as though they’d kill us if they could
Wringing out the hours like blood-drenched bedsheets
To keep wintertime at bay
But December showed up anyway
There was no money, it was money that you wanted
I went downtown, sold off most of what I owned
And we raised a tower to broadcast all our dark dreams
From Dinu Lipatti’s bones
From The Sunset Tree (4AD, 2005).
From Tallahassee (4AD, 2002).