Thursday, July 8, 2010

Darker with the Day

Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones
The streets groan with little Caesars, Napoleons and cunts
With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones
Counting on their fingers
With crumbs down their fronts

I passed by your garden
Saw you with your flowers
The camellias, magnolias, and azaleas so sweet
And I stood there invisible in the panicking crowds
You looked so beautiful in the rising heat

I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns
People carry on regardless, listening to their hands
Great cracks appear in the pavement
The earth yawns
Bored and disgusted to do us down

It seems so long
Since you've been gone
And I just got to say
That it grows darker with the day

- Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

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