Do you remember our last summer as independents?
An Eluardian Instance
(1)
"On two bicycles on a hillside desolate, could nature make a man of me yet ? Under this charming car, this charming man. Why ponder life's complexities when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat? I would go out tonight, but I haven't got a stitch to wear. This man said it's crucial that someone so handsome should care."
(2)
"They were sitting. They were sitting in the strawberry swing. Every moment was so precious. They were sitting. They were talking in the strawberry swing. Everybody was for fighting, wouldn't want to waste a thing. Cold, cold water bring me round. Now my feet won't touch the ground. Cold, cold water, what ya say? It's such, it's such a perfect day. It's such a perfect day."
(3)
"What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of key. I get by with a little help from my friends. I get high with a little help from my friends...going to try with a little help from my friends. What do I do when my love is away.(Does it worry you to be alone?) How do I feel by the end of the day(Are you sad because you're on your own?)No I get by with a little help from my friends. Do you need anybody? I need somebody to love. Could it be anybody? I want somebody to love. Would you believe in a love at first sight? Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time. What do you see when you turn out the light? I can't tell you, but I know it's mine."
(4)
"Red colonial houses lining on the snow white streets working out all our problems there in the back of a house where the ghosts all sleep. I know its impossible, but you should try to shake it off. With that shot to the chest boy, I know you mean it, you mean it, you mean it, you mean it. You're finding your problem here is regret, oh. I know its impossible, but you should try to shake it off and if you really wanna shake it off, you gotta re-arrange, re-arrange, re-arrange us. Just stop and shake it off. You gotta - re-arrange, re-arrange, re-arrange, re-arrange, re-arrange, re-arrange us. You were turning to anger, she's staring at the back twin trees, kicking back all that theory there to the part of your head where you live and sleep. I know its impossible but you should try to shake it off. With that shot the chest boy I know you mean it."
(5)
"Sitting in our dreamy days by the water's edge, on a cool summer's night, fireflies and the stars in the sky, gentle glowing light from your cigarette. The breeze blowing softly on my face reminds me of something else--something that in my memory has been replaced, Suddenly it all comes back, and as I look to the stars I remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars, I don't know if you knew that. Oh we'd stay up late playing cards, Henri Winterman Cigars. Though she never told me her name, I still love you, Girl From Mars. Surging through the darkness over the moonlight strand, electricity in the air, twisting all through the night on the terrace now that summer's here. I know you are almost in love with me. I can see it in your eyes. Strange light shimmering over the sea tonight, and it almost blows my mind. And as I look to the stars I remember the time I knew a Girl from Mars. I don't know if you knew that..."
(6)
"Love, spread out like seeds. Somebody walked away from landscape poverty. I came to find you. I came to see the beauty underway, that bloomed love, energy, and it turns around like you, and it turns around like me into something new, but the only thing I see... I see you, I see you, I see you, always struggling to find some gentle song, some mode of simple trust and ways to understand these reaching orchards of broken fame grown deep inside of us by forced and troubled hands. I see you, I see you, I see you, always struggling. I see you, I see you, I see you, always struggling to find the sun, reaching down through shadowed brush, breaking off the bitter branch twisted roots like tans, dreams of all these spotlit kings drinking up the light like California redwoods splitting up the night. And it turns around like you, and it turns around like me, all the talking we could do.
Oh if only we could be a real life version of you, a real life version of you, and a real life version of me...a real life version of me."
(7)
"A room with a view, and you, and no-one to worry us, no one to hurry us through this dream we've found. We'll gaze at the sky, and try to guess what it's all about. Then we will figure out why the world is round! We'll be as happy and contented as birds upon a tree, high above the mountains and the sea. We'll bill and we'll coo-ooo-oo. And sorrow will never come. Oh, will it ever come true, our room with a view?"
(8)
"You're spending too long. The people were wrong. They don't even know we're moving on. I just want to feel the taste of the meal, and not the routine of dining here. We'll be so sorry if we go to the shadow of death, having missed all the sun on your face. It's thrilling for you now. We do it all the time, do all the time. We're the dreamer in the beautiful mess, and we do it all the time, do all the time. I just want to feel the taste of the meal and not the routine of dining here. Let's lay here awhile. All the sounds will compile. Forgetting to sleep, we'll ponder this. We'll be so sorry if we go to the shadow of death, having missed all the sun on your face. It's thrilling for you now. We do it all the time, do all the time. We're the dreamer in the beautiful mess, and we do it all the time, do all the time.
Here's an alibi. We love the voices don't know why. There was a time we lived in truth.
Let's bring it back."
(9)
"Let's have bizarre celebrations. Let's forget who forget what forget where. We'll have bizarre celebrations. I'll play the satyr in Cyprus, you the bride being stripped bare. Let's pretend we don't exist. Let's pretend we're in Antarctica. Let's pretend we don't exist. Let's pretend we're in Antarctica. Let's have bizarre celebrations. Let's forget when forget what forget how. We'll have bizarre celebrations. We''l play Tristan and Isolde, but make sure I see white sails, sails. Let's pretend we don't exist. Let's pretend we're in Antarctica. Let's pretend we don't exist. Let's pretend we're in Antarctica.
Maybe I'll never die. I'll just keep growing younger with you, and you'll grow younger too. Now it seems too lovely to be true, but I know the best things always do."
(10)
"Late summer sky, two colors deep, three wide and a third all by and set to try to take away the shadows from your eyes. You shift and sigh, do we live fully grown when we learn to cry? This is why I never hold a grudge against you, love. But hey, this is the future, and we don't grow up like that. Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails and we scratch to the bottle when we need. Hey, this is the future and we don't grow up like that. Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails and we scratch to the bottle when we need. One body bends, one body twists and breaks and the lifetime is. We rush to amend the situation but it happens all the time. I could pretend to think fondly of half the summer that I spent in the wilderness, playing soccer and kissing girls. But hey, this is the future and we don't grow up like that. Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails and we scratch to the bottle when we need. Hey, this is the future and we don't grow up like that. Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails and we scratch to the bottle when we need. And we learn to be ashamed of each other, and we learn to be ashamed of ourselves. One busy street, one flock of birds that scatters beneath my feet...
...all these simple things they stick to me like truth, like ice, like fire."
(11)
"You take the air in. You take the whole room in you, hold it for all time, hold it in your heart like amber. You take the night in. You take the consequences major in your life, not by what is safe to wager. Smile, there's no regrets, layers wash through our hands and then you never see tomorrow comin'. You only feel the wake of it. Smile, there's no release. This flood of life won't cease to leave you lying in wild amazement or reeling in the wake of it. You take the grandeur, and I'll take to wondering the error of my ways. I could ponder this forever. Smile, there's no regrets. Layers wash through our hands and then you never see tomorrow comin'. You only feel the wake of it. Smile, there's no release. This flood of life won't cease to leave you lying in wild amazement or reeling in the wake of it, oh no..."