2004-03-08 09:45:08 ET|
this is the song that we listened to on the way to the church
Plea From A Cat Named Virtue - The Weakerthans
"Why donít you ever wanna play?
Iím tired of this piece of string.
You sleep as much as I do now,
and you donít eat much of anything.
I donít know who youíre talking to,
I made a search through every room,
but all I found was dust that moved
the shadows of the afternoon
And listen, about those bitter songs you sing;
theyíre not helping anything,
they wonít make you strong.
So we should open up the house,
invite the Tabby two doors down.
You could ask your sister if,
she doesnít bring her basset hound.
Ask the things you shouldnít miss:
tape hiss and the modern man,
cold war and card catalogues
to come join us if they can.
Girly drinks and parlor games,
weíll pass around the easy lie
of absolutely no regrets,
and later maybe you could try.
To let your losses dangle off,
the sharp edge of a century.
Weíll talk about the weather,
or how the weather use to be.
And Iíll cater, with all the birds that I can kill,
let their tiny feathers fill disappointment.
Lie down, and lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin to believe youíre strong.
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV,
frankly that thing doesnít really interest me.
I swear Iím going to bite you hard and taste your TINNY blood
if you donít stop the self-defeating lies youíve been repeating
since the day you brought me home.
I know youíre strong."