So, for the past couple of days all I can bear to listen to is In The Aeroplane Over The Sea. I've been listening real close, amidst the mess of my room while I sit and cut out figurines and picture things. For English, we have to assemble a poetry portfolio, so I've rested on a collage theme for my book, and the idea is blossoming beautifully. Yesterday I went thrifting with Tim and purchased 7 more of those amazing National Geographic hardcovers from the 80s. Perfect material. Well, back to what I really wanted to say: this album is strangely encompassing and fitting, and I want to pick some bits that are sort of painfully true, especially the last one.


What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me

Goldaline, my dear
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here
There is sun and spring and green forever
But now we move to feel
For ourselves inside some stranger's stomach
Place your body here
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine

And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet's flame
And won't be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
He didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart

Brother, see, we are one and the same
And you left with your head filled with flames
And you watched as your brains
Fell out through your teeth, push the pieces in place
Make your smile sweet to see, don't you take this away
I'm still wanting my face on your cheek