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?
This is hands down my favorite quote from Daryl Palumbo and in-turn, an amazing song. SO I’ll just let him do the talking while I fly away.
“There are like 3 or 4 girls in my life that I’m genuinely friends with and it’s this girl that I’m good friends with and it’s not like I’m in love with her, she’s just a really close friend of mine. Her real name is Boomica in hungarian. So that song means a lot because it’s the only not negatively empowered song on the record. And, like, I can not only relate to her, but I’m in love with her person, you know? And that’s such a big thing for me to be able to say that so I knew I had to write about it because I felt so passionately about it.”
Her Middle Name Was Boom By: GlassJaw
She cured the plague of the holy child
and all the while
she just walked in
and Boom she said
in her room with her red fingernails
and a grip on the answers.
When it’s home
and it’s broken, let’s fix.
When it’s home
and I’m swolen, let’s kiss.
When it’s home
and we’re walking, she’ll lead.
If she’s waiting, we’ll leave.
I’m so gracious I’ve got you here.
If you touch it
it’s cold.
If you drop it
it breaks.
If you hug it
it shakes…
hold it, it shakes.
I’m Boom! She said.
I’m Boom! She said.
When it’s home
and I’m broken let’s fix.
When it’s home
and I’m swollen let’s kiss.
When it’s home
and we’re walking, she’ll lead
if She’s waiting, we’ll leave.
I’m so gracious my name’s, I dare.
My name is I dare.
When it’s home
and I’m broken, let’s fix.
When it’s home
and I’m swollen, let’s kiss.
When it’s home
and we’re walking she’ll lead
if she’s waiting we’ll leave.
I’m so gracious.
I audition for the role of rejection 3 years and counting facing my reflection This has to end at least let us pretend That nothing has ever happened It will never happen to us in the end
But don’t say you’re sorry now It’s too late, Apologies wont help Come to think of it, they never did Just put me further back on your shelf Every so often you clean the dust off play with me, you break me, replace me
Though just when It feels right time runs out 3 months, my window, flying past 2 months wasted, will these moments last? 1 month left, Could this get any worse? time is up, your direction is forward Ill be hanging back
It took me hours to get home tonight every moment your name riddled my mind Hopeless thoughts at the speed of light Grasping to the only memories I can Prolonging my suffering till I pretend That I will be alright, I will live Without you in my mind I’ll drive
Light up another broken promise tonight An excuse to stay behind enemy lines Halfway through the pack of my displeasure Play the next track, it’s feeling better Take another drag, let the flow work my soul As I melt into the rhythm, my only antidote The drug that knows no overdose But a beat to keep my own It Drives me
To the limit, it drives me, to the end When I can pretend, that none of this hurts And how it never hurt you; but can you feel it? The pulse of my heart is weak, can you feel it? My playlist is running low, and I need you To grace me with your 80’s hits, your old school tricks Dance with me before you leave with your last line Before I see your green eyes for the last time. Sing your song and smile and if it feels right… end this sorrow tonight.
Since I find myself awake at 3:15AM, thinking… I thought it’d be nice to share something from Frank Sinatra. I’m not sure who actually wrote it; there were several writers responsible for the ballads. But I’m just glad they gave it to Frank to sing 🙂
In The Wee Small Hours; performed By: Frank Sinatra
The Way it Goes 