Glue.

I’m going to see NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL TONIGHT HURRAY, so I thought I’d start the day off listening to some songs.  As I shuffled through, Glue (THEIR MOST WONDERFUL GERBILS COVER) came on, and suddenly I was car-crying, ripped back ten years ago when this song was the most important thing in my world, and I listened to it over and over and over, because it spoke some sort of truth to me, and I played it from an iPod dock in scene study class when I became Richard Brautigan throwing himself a suicide birthday, and then played it more and more and more. I hadn’t heard it in years and it I was overcome with this strange nostalgia, for a sadness I felt then that was somehow empowering.

The song:

She comes to me
Whenever I am locked inside my room
Buried in the tune that I call love

She sings to me, the words I cannot hear
But then, the melody’s so clear it makes me cry
Her love is so beautiful
Her love is so real, it smells like glue

She’s leaving me to find a place she never will call home
I stand shaking like a stone
And smile inside

She’s calling me to come to her and curl inside her womb
I hear lies, acid too
But I won’t die, the pain is so beautiful
The urge is so real, it smells like glue

And I will scream, she hears me
I will tell myself she loves me
And all the lies and fears
Will stick to me like glue

And I will scream, she hears me
I will tell myself she loves me
And all the lies and fears
Will stick to me like glue

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