Siberian Kiss By: GlassJaw

AN innovative song in my opinion. At least in regards to how he explains it all during the song. It actually directly inspired me to write the poem “Ghost Man on Third” that I blogged here a couple of weeks ago. And here is Daryl, to explain himself all the way from some interview in the past! Welcome!

Daryl Palumbo- “She couldn’t have been any more empty when she was with me than she was. She, when she was with me was a completely empty person in everything she did with and to me…and was completely empty for a long time. That’s what that’s supposed to mean..a kiss, something that’s fulfilling and warm, and it was just the coldest shit.”

Siberian Kiss By: GlassJaw

Give me back
My pictures of me
Me, you and him makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate
Of depress
and I hope that you know.
Like a bitch in heat,
I hope she knows.

So put another penny in and turn the crank

Until the frames cease to move

And the movie turns into a photo,

A photo the kiss

I hope she knows

Staring at a parisian sex flick
where the characters don’t meet
The characters don’t speak
And the characters are like mirrors facing
mirros:
Space always expanding.

So put another coin in and turn the crank

Until the frames cease to move

And the movie turns into a photo,

A photo the fist

I hope she knows

A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
In a photo the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet.

On phone lines and letterhead
I’m dying about.

I’ve watched you whore yourself out for one
More thing.
If I can’t have you no one will!

Pushing a lover to love another
Are you turned on?

I keep you jealously to myself.