when i saw you in the backyard, you looked sharp like a curse
then the weeks passed and you became my favorite word
those front porch nights where we sweat out our pasts
eyes to the ground, then right into yours,
with a short nervous laugh
days laid back on my bed, where i dreamt of
how to make my life better
that summer i was broke, i only bought used records
and every night you and i would
watch our street lamp shadows grow
we blurred in the heat, slept on the beach,
and drank on the patio
and you said, "my friend, you feel things so deeply
you treat your lovers so sweetly
how are you alone? why are you alone?"
it was tough cause we always knew time
would take us over that horizon
i often thought about it when we were driving
you looked over at me and you turned down the car stereo
you said, "parting is for parts, you and me,
we're the sum of the whole"
"and we feel things so deeply
you treat your lovers so sweetly
how are you alone? why are you alone?"
time roughs up cuts that were once so tender
still i'll always feel it, i'll always remember:
whatever the condition, whereever your heart goes
you were my apparition and i was your ghost
There is something haunting about the family having zero clue about WW2 in its entirety. I remember learning about them and wondering and I still wonder now how many are still in the wilderness, driven there by atrocities or not. Many find being alone to be fear inducing. But they left and isolated out of fear to begin with. This music is just the tip of the iceberg for how haunting and emotional the situation is. It does its job as well as possible, though. Amazing. jacensolodjo