'Staying up with the blue screen glow...
Nov. 5th, 2008 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolorosa_12...NOT forgetting everything you ever dreamed years ago!'
I wonder if the US election results mean that Calexico will produce more cheerful music.
I watched the election results unfold, snuggled into the couch in my common room, with three of my American housemates. It was a strange, surreal experience. When I watch Australian election coverage, all the words are like markers of meaning. When someone mentions the outcome in a particular Australian electorate, I can evaluate what's going on against my knowledge of the political landscape of the country ('Wow! Howard's lost the "mortgage-belt" seats in suburban Sydney. He's kind of doomed,' or 'Well, you'd expect that from a Canberran electorate'). The US election, despite the saturation coverage both in Australia and the UK, was a bit more enigmatic. I cheered the results, but lacked the background knowledge to be able to interpret them in any meaningful way.
Felt a tremor stir beneath my breath
That forecasts storms on the gallup poll
Waking up from the nightmare news
Hoping to read a sign in the morning air
Nothing changes here and nothing improves
All say my friends who just want out
And leave these troubles behind
Scatter like paper in the eye of the storm
Documented with a silenced note
That's only heard from far away
More cards in play, following suit
Everywhere you look, you only see red
Wonder when to call off the race
Watching a horse running down its last legs
When you think it couldn't get much worse
The numbers rise on the death toll
And the chimes of freedom flash and fade
Only heard from far, far away
I hear you can't trust in your own
Now the grey is broken in the early morn
And the words forming barely have a voice
It's just your heart that's breaking without choice
Everything you hear is distorted in your head
Bouncing off the walls, unraveling the thread
Staying up with the blue screen glow
Forgetting everything you ever dreamed years ago
When the dread is flowing down my veins
I want to tear it all down and build it up again
Hear your heart that's breaking without choice
I want to hear those chimes ring again
Ring again
Let's hope that we're able to tear it all down and build it up again.
I wonder if the US election results mean that Calexico will produce more cheerful music.
I watched the election results unfold, snuggled into the couch in my common room, with three of my American housemates. It was a strange, surreal experience. When I watch Australian election coverage, all the words are like markers of meaning. When someone mentions the outcome in a particular Australian electorate, I can evaluate what's going on against my knowledge of the political landscape of the country ('Wow! Howard's lost the "mortgage-belt" seats in suburban Sydney. He's kind of doomed,' or 'Well, you'd expect that from a Canberran electorate'). The US election, despite the saturation coverage both in Australia and the UK, was a bit more enigmatic. I cheered the results, but lacked the background knowledge to be able to interpret them in any meaningful way.
Felt a tremor stir beneath my breath
That forecasts storms on the gallup poll
Waking up from the nightmare news
Hoping to read a sign in the morning air
Nothing changes here and nothing improves
All say my friends who just want out
And leave these troubles behind
Scatter like paper in the eye of the storm
Documented with a silenced note
That's only heard from far away
More cards in play, following suit
Everywhere you look, you only see red
Wonder when to call off the race
Watching a horse running down its last legs
When you think it couldn't get much worse
The numbers rise on the death toll
And the chimes of freedom flash and fade
Only heard from far, far away
I hear you can't trust in your own
Now the grey is broken in the early morn
And the words forming barely have a voice
It's just your heart that's breaking without choice
Everything you hear is distorted in your head
Bouncing off the walls, unraveling the thread
Staying up with the blue screen glow
Forgetting everything you ever dreamed years ago
When the dread is flowing down my veins
I want to tear it all down and build it up again
Hear your heart that's breaking without choice
I want to hear those chimes ring again
Ring again
Let's hope that we're able to tear it all down and build it up again.
