Monthly Archives: November 2008

This song has haunted me for some time. This strung out performance even more so. Even if she killed him with hired hands or her own bare hands, there is no question to me as to whether she really loved him and still does. One of my favorite song writers, John Darnielle, says “People say friends don’t destroy one another. What do they know about friends?” Indeed, what the hell do they know? I guess that which is most cliche and universal really is that which is also most personal. We continually hurt those we love. I guess the holidays and family gatherings have me thinking random thoughts about Kurt and Courtney, the Mountain Goats, worn out sayings and my friends & family. My family, my family, my family. I suck at it. I freeze. I don’t know how to communicate. Sometimes it seems the more I love you, the more def and dumb I become. If I push you, please just hold on to me. I will try to do the same.
~wwb

There’s a place inside of me I always go to hide
There’s a place inside of you I’d rather live and die
There’s a place inside I’m free to be the me I hide
There’s a place inside you’re free to make your bride

But there are parts of me you can’t have or maybe
there are just some things I am not free to give
If there is one cliché I want etched on my epitaph
its that I had but one love and one life to live

Maybe I make no sense when left alone to my pretense
But where were you you when that was all I had
If you ever came to my defense what might’ve happened since
But instead the past that is, is the only past we have

We all need embrace, a place where we can touch God’s face
And still be safe to be the fucking mess we are
We all need a place, another heart to make a space
But sometimes there is no grace in hearts so deeply scarred

~wwb