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John Darnielle May 2020
You will not call my memory into question
You will not question my memory
See there was you and me up on a hilltop by ourselves
And then the red clouds dispersing above me
I should have killed myself
When I found out how beautiful you are
But everyone makes mistakes sometimes

As the afternoon sky opened up its mouth
And the air cooled down one or two degrees
I felt the world within me screaming to come out
and then I looked up at you and your hair spilled down over me

I felt you breathing on me and I heard your voice
Your eyes were twin bonfires and your lips were moist
I should have killed myself
When I found out how beautiful you are
But everyone makes mistakes sometimes
John Darnielle May 2020
I thought that I was in control
When I saw her coming, and I reached out my hand
You, you, you would think so too
But there is something here that you do not understand
She's got skin that you would not believe
I saw her skin and I went out of my mind
She's got skin more perfect than the sky
And I reached out my hand and left the world behind

Before I knew what I was talking about
I used to say that what I saw through my window
Was beauty itself, those strong white camellias
But now I see her coming, and I just don't think so
She's got skin that cannot be obtained
By letting yourself in for a thousand stitches
I reached out my hand and I walked out into the rain
There was light behind the clouds
You could just see it coming
John Darnielle May 2020
In the front seat at about four in the morning
Something came down without much warning
It was bright and shiny and real nice
And it prepared us both for the sacrifice
I know what it is and I know what it means
But it's got wings
I know what it is and I know what it means
But it's got wings

In the front seat, you know what I mean
That thing came down on us bright and hot and pure and clean and ready
Ready for the ****, and I'll get ready
But hold me hand, would you please hold me steady
I know what it is and I know what it means
But it's got wings
I know what it is and I know what it means
But it's got wings
Originally an Extra Glenns song
John Darnielle May 2020
Your skirt was red and flowing
Your blouse was blue
On the night I locked eyes with you
It seemed to me like I hadn't seen your eyes
since last December

My shredding pupils
My popping joints
I saw the pupils of your eyes by firelight
Shrinking down to pinpoints
You were poking at the embers

There's a cold wind coming off the ocean (x2)

I wet my finger with my tongue and pressed it in the ashes
Rubbed it up against your perfect eyelashes
You said something really important
Something pretty seems to have slipped my mind

Walls were freezing
So was the floor
I didn't want to hurt you anymore
You had a sad, sad friend in front of you
That dying fire behind

There was a cold wind coming off the ocean (x2)
John Darnielle May 2020
You're a strong one
You're a lion
You're brave
And death defying

You're in your car
Crossing town
And I can feel you
Coming down

You're so pretty
I could burst
And I wonder
Who's gonna talk first?

My muscles all shaking
Blood's turned to foam
It's Tuesday
And you're coming home
First released on Songs for Petronius in 1992
John Darnielle May 2020
I went down to Lloyd center
Looking for you
But a mouth full of anger
Blocked my view
He took your hand
There in the skating rink
God will give him blood to drink

Saw the two of you leaving
I didn't want to follow behind
But I could see the rest of your evening
Burning in my mind
Sky's black
The moon's pink
God will give him blood to drink

I looked over the railing
The ice was white
On the north-east side
Where I saw you and your boyfriend
On a Friday night
I went mining for gold
I struck pure, fresh zinc
God, God will give him blood to drink
Another one from 1994, off a tape called "Taking the Dative". Later re-released on the Ghana compilation in 1999.
John Darnielle May 2020
He came spitting fire
On a day like no other
Tried to hold you near to me
I heard him passing over

He made a banquet for the stray dogs of the air
He out our love in clear perspective

Blue, red, and green plumage
Trailing behind him now
Swaddling the sky in its aftermath
The last day coming
down

He made a banquet for the stray dogs of the air
He put our love in clear perspective
Rising, rising, rising, rising
This was on one of the older tapes, "Yam, the King of Crops" released sometime in 1994.

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