I heard you the first time
I heard you the second
I'll probably hurt you the third
it's been quite a lovely reprieve from your voice,
I hope that it lasts. Well,
we do have a choice:
just take your next thought,
and let it hold its breath
until it turns purple, and then
take the next, then the one after that -
and suffocate those.
It's not difficult, no. No,
it's not even close
MAYBE THIS SILENCE WILL LAST FOREVER
MAYBE THIS SILENCE WILL LAST FOREVER
MAYBE THIS SILENCE WILL LAST FOREVER
MAYBE THIS SILENCE WILL LAST FOREVER
Is that you? How've you been?
How did you get this phone?
I'm sure that it's changed at least twice.
I was so looking forward,
the next time you called -
I thought I'd have time
to invent something nice:
but I'm still thinking, love. Oh
I've thought for some time, and I guess
I'll be thinking, some time
'til it comes. If we can't say it nice,
let's say nothing then, love.
It's no question of why,
it just is what it was.
MAYBE THIS SILENCE WILL LAST FOREVER
MAYBE THIS SILENCE WILL LAST FOREVER
MAYBE THIS SILENCE WILL LAST FOREVER
MAYBE THIS SILENCE WILL LAST FOREVER
Would that be so bad?
Wouldn't that be all right?
When there's not a bit good to be said,
say goodnight, love and
MAYBE THIS SILENCE WILL LAST FOREVER
MAYBE THIS SILENCE WILL LAST FOREVER
MAYBE THIS SILENCE WILL LAST FOREVER
MAYBE THIS SILENCE WILL LAST FOREVER
Would that be so bad?
I'll be thinking of you.
All the good that you gave
was both certain and true -
all the good that you gave
which gave out, my good friend.
I'll be thinking of it,
now we're through, love.
The end, and
MAYBE
MAYBE
MAYBE
this
SILENCE
SILENCE
SILENCE
will last
will last
will last
forever
1 comment:
This should be a disco song by some synth-bass thump thump insistent, unstoppable beats dance band, where the vocalist sounds like an angry Neil Tennant from the Pet Shop Boys, the guitars sound like Sex Pistols run through a demonic human choir FX filter, and capped off by the intrusion of occasional scale-climbing hysterical flourishes of taunting disco violins.
The lyric's a bit vicious. To be honest I don't think there's a person in the world I feel like this towards. I've been strangely lucky in life - no one I'd seriously call "my love" has ever really burned me to anything like the degree necessary to fuel such sentiments.
Still! I so listen to a lot of Elvis Costello. Not that I think this stacks up to his standard of wry vitriol, mind you.
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