Vignette by human confetti
that one episode of the Twilight Zone where an aging actress becomes so possessed by nostalgia that she wastes away in her own home, watching her old films over and over and yearning for the past. She believes that if she wishes hard enough, she can go back and live there forever. In the end, she gets her wish, and leaves behind people who love and care for her for a rose-tinted idealization of what her past once was.
basically that.
Tracklist
| 1. | Vignette | 4:13 |
Lyrics
I've got antique postcards made of paper and linen
doesn't cost a thing to pay you a visit
and it's long before we were born
but I'm cold, and those sepia tones keep me warm
If I could go back there, I'd leave behind
bricks and blueprints for us to find
so when things get hard, we'll know what to do
I couldn't even help myself, how was I supposed to help you?
You've said a million times "all is forgiven"
but the past is the only place I'm comfortable living
and so, I'm sorry for the "sorry"s to come
I never learned how to let go
but that's my problem
There was just too much rain
and those streets weren't made to hold it
Denial is circle shaped
and the truth is always looking over your shoulder
Well "vignette"s not a word for describing a feeling
but this ones golden, old, and the edges are peeling
I could fill a million scrapbooks, put them all on a shelf
and look at them everyday 'til I forgave myself
Or at least, until it hurt a little less
If I were a little more stable
I could've passed your little tests
maybe I could've been happy in my golden cage
but the truth is, birds just aren't meant to live that way
The very last time I remember tenderness
in both your voice and your eyes
was in a stranger's hallway, when you told me goodnight
and said "this is nobody's fault, we both tried"
-spoken word outro-
I spoke with a shop owner for 30 minutes today
I don't usually talk to strangers, but he sent me away with a backpack full of christmas leftovers and other folks' memories.
He said he'd seen the sub-atomic shockwave that sets us all into being,
and the look of panic in the eyes of a man who realized too late that death wasn't the answer.
Maybe you don't believe in anything like magic, but I do.
It feels like magnets under our skin
ans it looks like the sky trying to convince us
that we're headed for something even more beautiful than what we've had to leave behind.
Wherever that is, I hope I get there soon
because by all accounts, I should have turned into a pillar of salt by now.
