Bright Eyes

A Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever, And A Necklace

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So long everything! he shouted, then he ran next door to Margot's house
I'm moving, he said
Where? asked Margot
Two weeks away, said Mitchell
Where is that? asked Margot
It's everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks, said Mitchell
I have lived in the same place for a long time, it is time for me to go some place else
No, said Margot; You have only lived next door for fifteen years
Sixteen, said Mitchell
Fifteen...sixteen, what's the difference? said Margot, I want you to stay next door forever
I can't, said Mitchell, I do not want to go wake up in the same old bed and eat breakfast in the same old kitchen
Every room in my house is the same old room, because I have lived there too long

You turn on a spindle
You're so much looser now but you're not explaining how you gained such new repose
I touch the clasp of your locket, with its picture held
Some secret you wouldn't tell but let it choke your neck
So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide, solids changing into light
With a burst of heat so bright
Well fine, don't you do what I want you to
Don't degrade yourself the way that I do 'cause
You don't depend on all the shit that I use to make my moods improve

And you look at me and think, same old face, same old tail
Same old scale, same old walk, same old talk, same old Margot
No, said Mitchell, I like your face, tail, scale, walk, and talk
I like you
I like you too, said Mitchell. He walked through the door
I must pack, he said

Near a sea of pianos, there were waves of chords that crashed
Against the shore in one huge and useless roar
And there were girls bringing water, like a dream
They came to cool the fever of my brain, and soothe my burning throat
And they made me a necklace, hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets
And placed it round my neck and they were singing
Don't you do what you've wanted to
Yeah, don't destroy yourself like those cowards do and maybe
The sun keeps coming up because it has gotten used to you
And your constant need for proof

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