Vory-v-Zakone

I am easy,
easy to keep.
Honey, you please me
even in your sleep.
But my arms want to carry.
My heart wants to hold.
Tell me your worries. I want to be told.

Who asked you?
Who asked you
if you want to be loved by me?
Who died, and made you in charge
of who loves you?

All the livelong day,
If I have my way, I will love you.
But One can't carry the weight,
or change the fate, of Two.
I've been waiting for a break.
How long's it gonna take?
Let me love you.
How about it?
How about what I have to say?
How about that livelong day?
How am I gonna stay here
without you?

Fevrale dostat chernil i plakat,
Pisat O Fevrale navsnryd,
Poka grohochushaya slyakot
Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit.

Oh, and he said, "Thank you, please, but your flattery is truly not
becoming me. Your eyes are poor; you're blind, you see. No beauty
could have come from me.
I'm a waste of breath, of space, of time."

And I never thought this life was possible.
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.
The end of paralysis, I was a statuette.
Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench.
And when I press the keys it all gets reversed.
The sound of loneliness makes me happier.

We walked along a crowded street.
You took my hand and danced with me.
Images...
And when you left, you kissed my lips.
You told me you would never, never forget
these images.


And so I stayed up night
Slept in all day
This is my sound
Thinking about tomorrow won't change how
I feel today.

on the morning when I woke up without you for the first time,
I was cold, so I put on a sweater.
and I turned up the heat.
and the walls began to close in
and I felt so sad and frightened,
I practically ran from the living room out into the street.

Man, I can understand how it might be
Kind of hard to love a girl like me
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
It's my own fault for what happens to my heart
You see I've always known you'd go
But you just do what you gotta do
My wild sweet love
Though it may mean I'll never kiss your sweet lips again
Pay that no mind
Just find that dappled dream of yours
Come on back and see me when you can
Well, I know they make you sad
They make you feel so bad
They say you don't treat me like you should
Folks got ways to make you feel no good
I'd guess they've got no way to know
I've had my eyes wide open from the start
And boy, you never lied to me
And the part of you they'll never see
Is the part you've shown to me
So you just do what you gotta do
My wild sweet love
Though it may mean I'll never kiss those sweet lips again
Pay that no mind
Just find that dappled dream of yours
Come on back and see me
Come on back and see me when you can


I feel like dying right now.

This is merely an attempt to tip the scales. This is a song to pass the time for my beloved Arienette, for my beloved Padraic. With the movement of a hand, it is something vague. At the center of the world there is a spindle, a darkness, a fever and a necklace, a scale, a mirror and those indifferent clocks cause the calendar to hang itself at sunrise and sunset. When the curious girl realizes she's under glass she'll scream out, "Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh." Contrast and compare. Touch, pull my hair. This is the poetic retelling of an unfortunate seduction. If winter ends, Padraic, my prince, just know that it is June on the West Coast. The city has sex, but it merely a difference in the shades. Tereza and Thomas told me to have patient hope in new snow. The invisible gardener is here on Saturday, as usual. As he works, an awful sweetness of escaping sweat pours down his cheek as he exclaims, "Puella Quam Amo Est Pulchra!" I watched you taking off, sipping from the straw, exaltation on a cool kitchen floor. Driving fast through a big city at night, how many lights do you see? Can you really be falling out of love at this volume? All of the truth. Emily, sing something sweet. One straw, please. Lila can't see clearly from a balance beam, nor hear the messenger bird's song, so you'll have to just tell me. We're loose leaves, we are free men. Get the big picture, not the false advertising or the method acting. You will? You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. Don't make yourself a lover I don't have to love. I don't know when but a day is gonna come where nothing gets crossed out. We wont make war or have a waste of paint. Laura Laurent can't be contented with that bowl or oranges and say to herself, "Let's not shit ourselves." I'll be your friend, we can do our spring cleaning. Get back, don't get tripped. Don't let the poison make you into a black comedy. Finally we're at the bottom of everything. We are nowhere and it's now, but this is just an old soul song for a new world order. We don't want to make war, no need to tip the scale. I've got these landlocked blues but you're on that train underwater. Somedays when I'm in a southern state, it makes me true blue. You told the biggest lie. The day we feel the four winds we'll reinvent the wheel, there will be smoke without a fire and we'll achieve stray dog freedom. You'll fade away into obscurity. You're nothing but a tourist trap. I've finally found my road to joy, away from the poison oak. It's the first day of my life and I'm gonna write another travelin' song. We are nowhere and it's now, Lua. If the brakeman turns my way, please make a plan to love me. I heard you're the soul singer in a session band, usin' hot knives and bein' a middleman. I'm ready for my cleanse song. No one would riot for less under that lime tree. I've decidied that it's kill or be killed. So, I must belong somewhere, maybe under that lime tree or in a classic car. I don't know, but this is just an attempt to tip the scales.

I'm sitting here, listening to The Hazards of Love, the latest Decemberists album.
It's one of the most beautiful bits of music I've ever come across in my years.
Truly perfect, honestly.
Give it a listen if you have a good hour just to sit down and listen to it an hour straight through.


"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd."