It was not New Years Eve. We just wanted a sufficiently drunkardly song.
JeffPeff and I recorded this when we finished scoring Sparks. There had been a wine bottle in the kick drum the whole several weeks, and we did track after track until we drank the whole thing. I think it was around twenty-five takes, so both our voices on each made about fifty voices.
i strung art on my walls late last night. the white is too clean and makes me clammy. rolled out of bed with the sickness slung over me; heavily. my fingers numb to the core fumbled as they tried to tie fresh laces. wore fancy colours and painted my lips red. skipped down my worn path to catch the train only to stop and smile at the sight of my warm breath. twirled the gnarls in my hair and sipped hot tea. tore down the hallway and left the scent of jasmine lingering in those cramped quarters. signed on dotted lines and bought my ticket. took a sneeze too many and left with my orders. sashayed down to catch embarcadero to enjoy the sun for just five more minutes. wrapped myself tightly in cold blankets and listened to the weeze in my breath and the chatter of my teeth. eventually dreaming the rain away. wrote too much and not enough about things that matter. or should. made promises to myself. thought of a lost friend and sent a wish his way. dancing infront of mirrors should be done everyday.
i wore a dress and twirled round and round until i was dizzy with giggles. bought coffee for the people in line behind me. skipped down Market and gave flowers to the first person i saw. tucked my boots under my dress and read a book. sipped wine with my pinky up and made up stories about the people around me only to end up giggling to myself. opened birthday presents from loved ones around the world and smiled at how lucky i am. took silly photos of myself with the self timer and saved them all. bought books and donated them. books have always been the best food. decided to stop bleaching my scar and rock the hell out of it. had a date with the city and brought my leftovers to someone down on their luck. devoured and stuffed myself silly with books from City Lights. bought myself a fortune cookie and ended up with a fortune that said ‘you are beautiful’. jumped into bed and threw the covers over me whilst i curled myself into a ball. i love.