This style of living the more I think, the more I think this means out. This style of living the more I think, the more I think this means it. No more drowning and the answer, see how my silence leaks… see how my fingers have folded, folded and crumble when i speak. I see my life as a sonic tone, I never thought it would deepen, but you don’t care for me and I don’t care now for anybody.
Chokebore, A Taste for Bitters
Well I was shacked up down in Mobile
With a girl from New York City.
She woke me up one night to tell me
That we weren’t alone.
She said she saw the ghost
Of a woman staring at me.
I told her not to worry,
But in the morning when I woke up, she was gone.
So I headed on to Florida where
I tangled with some sailors.
And as I lay bloody on the wharf,
I cursed the ship they sailed on.
Wouldn’t you know, twenty four hours later
That ship sank into the ocean…
Disappearing like an unwanted memory
Beneath the waves.
I guess it’s ’cause, still waters run,
Run deep in me
‘Cause I got this crazy way…
Crazy way I’m swimming in still waters.
And I was woke up just before dawn
By an old man crying in the rain.
He was drunk and he was lonely
And as he passed by he sang a hymn.
And as I lay there listening,
Well I almost joined him in that song…
But instead I just held my peace,
And waited ’till that old man moved along.
Then later on that day about
A quarter mile out of town,
I found his body hanging in
A grove of pines, swaying in the wind.
And as he swang that rope sang another hymn
To Jesus,
And this time though I don’t know why,
I somehow felt inclined to sing along.
I guess it’s cause, still waters run,
Run deep in me
‘Cause I got this crazy way…
crazy way I’m swimming in still waters.
Yes and there are projects for the dead
And there are projects for the living…
Thought I must confess sometimes
I get confused by that distinction…
And I just throw myself into the arms
Of that which would betray me.
I guess to see how far Providence
Will stoop down just to save me.
And it’s all because, still waters run,
Run deep in me…
‘Cause I’ve got this crazy way…
Crazy way I’m swimming in still waters.
Jim White, Still water
Once again I’m in trouble with my only friend
She is papering the window panes
She is putting on a smile
Living in a glass house
Once again packed like frozen food and battery hens
Think of all the starving millions
Don’t talk politics and don’t throw stones
Your royal highnesses
Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat
Well of course I’d like to stay and chew the fat
Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat
But someone’s listening in
Once again we are hungry for a lynching
That’s a strange mistake to make
You should turn the other cheek
Living in a glass house
Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat
Well of course I’d like to stay and chew the fat
Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat
Only only only only only only only only only only….
There’s someone listening in
Radiohead, Life in a glass house
