Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther via Magpie Tales
Never so jealous of records
'til now, my vinyl rivals lay
on skin, bright, electric
My throat too tight to say
Soundtrack to my puberty
Sweaty hands choke cheap booze
She isn't like the girls used to be
Ravens and swans I dreamt to lose
Holding up the walls, my lip-locked friends
Heart staring, wishing opal eyes on me
Iron-soft hands caress covers, record spins,
I bite back on what will never be
'til now, my vinyl rivals lay
on skin, bright, electric
My throat too tight to say
Soundtrack to my puberty
Sweaty hands choke cheap booze
She isn't like the girls used to be
Ravens and swans I dreamt to lose
Holding up the walls, my lip-locked friends
Heart staring, wishing opal eyes on me
Iron-soft hands caress covers, record spins,
I bite back on what will never be
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While looking for a decent furniture refubish opportunity at Goodwill, I'm always wandering past the vinyl section. Even if it's all crap. Memories nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteJason
The Cheeky Daddy
In that dross, there is some gold, my friend :)
DeleteOh! Youth is so wasted on the young!
ReplyDeleteMost of the time...it probably is, but we never know that until we are (ahem) older ;)
DeleteCatches the mood of the picture perfectly.
ReplyDelete::tippinghat:: Thank you!
DeleteThe pleasures of wistfully reliving the past.
ReplyDeleteI take it as a good sign that I can do it now and not wince most of the time :)
DeleteYour words are as potent as ever - always give my mind a kick! :)
ReplyDeleteWe all have soundtracks to puberty, don't we? This is great!!!!
ReplyDeleteSoundtrack to my puberty...oh yeah...mine's playing now...
ReplyDeletethere is something delicately attractive in this woman that inspires a sort of artistic longing and wry smile. nice post
ReplyDeleteYou got it!
DeleteThat last line closes is this beautiful and whistful poem perfectly Gumbo! :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, madam.
Deletenicely done Mr Gumbo....thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, kind sir. Thank you for reading!
DeleteThanks dor the ride across the river and back, ferryman
ReplyDeleteAnytime, the honor is mine, sir! :)
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