we were in the car, yesterday, in the suburbs, when the first bombs dropped i guess, & the radio played first george w's address from the treaty room of the white house, & then tony blair's address from wherever he likes to speak, & it was strange & made me feel detached & jaded.
(how can this be the kind of world into which four people i love are going to bring babies? the kind of world in which two women i love & pray for are harboring tiny things that i would not even be able to see now, on ultrasound, if they walked into the clinic where i work & asked me to look for them...)
& at the end of his address tony blair said that but to fight "we had no choice" & i screamed right there in the car, at the radio.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:today for no reason i have felt nervous & on the edge of something, a little jittery, so that when you say to me, "whoa! leave the racin' to the horses!," i think you are talking about my heart.
but do you get it? & you?
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:you're the only story that i never told
you're my dirty little secret / i wanna keep you so
come on out / come on over / help me forget
keep the walls from falling on me / tumbling in
this is love that i'm feeling
this is love that i'm feeling
[..p.j.harvey..]
contrast with:
smoke and mirrors / special effects
a little fear / a little sex
that's all love is
behind the tears
smoke and mirrors
[..magnetic.fields..]
