Lately, I don’t think of you at all.
This one would be high on my list of “Best Breakup Songs”, if I ever were to create that list, that is. (Too depressing, who wants to remember THOSE DAYS?) But if one of you more-morose folks out there do, I highly recommend this tongue-in-cheek song by The Helio Sequence.
Lately, I don’t think of you at all
Or wonder what you’re up to, or how you’re getting on
I never think of calling you, or how things could have been
Or wonder where you sleep at night, or whose arms you wake inI’m living alone, living alone
I don’t need you anymore
Living alone, living alone
I don’t need you anymoreLately
I don’t get lost in daydreams
I never lay awake at night staring in my bed
And I don’t think about your face or anything you’ve said
And I don’t think twice when someone says your name
Or twist my mind in circles wondering which of us to blameI’m living alone, living alone
I don’t need you, anymore
Living alone, living alone
I don’t need you anymoreI never walk alone and think of all the empty words
Or wonder when the day will break, or when the tides will turn
And I don’t break down when someone says your name
Or twist my mind in circles wondering which of us to blameI’m living alone, living alone
I don’t need you anymore
Living alone living alone
I don’t need you anymoreLately I don’t think of you at all
Lately
Oh, lately
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I find myself waking up in the mornings with a song already playing in my head…this was today’s. Seems fitting as I head out for yet another trip. Sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s left and who’s leaving.
My city’s still breathing (but barely it’s true)
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
sparkled with broken glass.
I’m back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know.
Will never take me anywhere but here.
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
the strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say “I wanted it this way”
wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I’m trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who’s left and who’s leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you’re relying on to lead you home.
Left And Leaving by The Weakerthans
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Oh Sirius-XMU, you never let me down.
Neither do you, Australians, neither do you.
The Middle East - the Ozzies in question - just released their latest EP. Five songs, and of them, this one (Blood) is my favorite. Such a great song…reminds me a bit of The Antlers’ new LP, with a little less of the “I’m contemplating slitting my wrists” morbidity. Enjoy. I am.
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You know when you hear a song once, and immediately know that it’s going to be on heavy rotation for a while?
This is one of those songs.
The Lisbon Maru by the fabulously named Fuck Buttons. As it has been lately, credit goes to Jay for this awesome find.
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