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letra de niall james holohan - this is your pedestal

is, was
little pebbles like death squads, at a distance
on a bridge there i can’t remember the name of
there’s something that i’m trying to say
or a line or something which you have missed
and it’s not that nothing will ever be the same again
it’s that nothing ever is

yes, necessarily
go on, try it now, you can breathe
what were you going to say to me
before we were rudely interrupted
you can only promise me what?
that you’ll hide?
and then your mouth was warm on my neck
and as i wrote these simple words i cried

time alone can not tell
but of never winding stairs to another hall
a hand on a banister says it all
a foot, oft in earth, has come home to bed
yeah, emigration

they said beautiful women are as the stars in heaven
their faces are known to you, their stupidity sheer
and i got cold from a wedding
that’s enough out of you
enough of you, dear – now

i want you to separate me from everyone in the past
it’s time for me and you’ve been so good, so good
i was never as wild as people said and made me out to be
but i was living badly, not taking of myself and you understood

taking a nap in elisa’s flat
and the footpath out of there made me realize
let’s get married
everything will different and wonderful
everything will different and wonderful
and everything will change in our eyes

you might well wonder why
as teenagers in the good old days
we just pretended, pondered
buy a field
sell a field
but i don’t

i remember you were saying “it’s about eleven bells”
as the earth creaked beneath the water in the wondrous bay
and shifted sand and fish and all up through the boat
over one of them wind farms by the the national oceanic and atmospheric administration

so come to think of it as the world, covered in furze
and in love, no nothing of doubt any more
and we play the old couple
playing the odd two
still in love
still with love in store
at home
after forty years now or more
drinking pompadour chamomile tea
asking “honey, darling?”
“sugar, sweetheart?”
still friends who do not bl-ster
you and me
you and me
you and me

oh you said it babe

you cannot impersonate the mind
when you think of someone you know and you miss them
there are no words, just their feeling
and some of these people i know are incredibly lifelike
so it’s hard to say i should have something beautiful to enjoy
let alone to believe in

everything
everything must come
everything
everything must go
i’m going to write to my cousin, my wayward cousin in antwerp
and a love song for that girl i know
both ent-tled ‘there is romance in this world’
there is romance in this world
and this world is our world

how do i love thy sea?
let me count the waves
and allow me them bring out the best in me
as who else does but you, ari?

oh this functional family
oh this child of agora
had taken me up on the acropolis, i know
the tired guide, she fell asleep
her body, as athens, stretched out endlessly below
and if i’d had an envelope, i would have written
‘when every song’s a love song, this is your pedestal
when touch is rare and delicate, we are in love’
the tired guide, she fell asleep
her body, as the universe, as one song in latin
spread it’s wings above
and we’ll never be lonely, in love

- this is your pedestal

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