his wholiness the rev drjon (drjon) wrote,
his wholiness the rev drjon

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Via despondent, who links to a different camera view.

Amanda Palmer- The Bed Song

Exhibit A:
We are friends in a sleeping bag
Splitting the heat,
We have one filthy pillow to share
And your lips are in my hair
Someone upstairs had a rat that we laugh at
And people are drinking and singing "Scarborough Fair"
On a ukulele dare

Exhibit B:
Well, we found an apartment
It's not much to look at, a futon on a floor
Dirty desk top for a door
All the décor's made of milk-crates and duct tape
And if we have sex they can hear us through the floor
We don't do that anymore.

I lay there wondering: "What is the matter?
Is it a matter of worse or of better?"
You took the blanket so I took the bed sheet
And I would've held you if you'd only let me

Exhibit C:
Look how quaint and how quiet and private
Our paycheques have bought us a condo in town
It's the nicest flat around
You picked a mattress and had it delivered
And I walked upstairs and the sight of it made my heart pound
And I wrapped my arms around me

I stood there wondering: "What is the matter?
Is this a matter of worse or of better?"
You walked right past me and straightened the covers
But I would still love you if you wanted a lover

And you said: "All the money in the world won't buy a bed so big and wide,
To guarantee that you won't accidentally touch me in the night..."
And I said: "You must be right."

Exhibit D:
Now we're both mostly paralysed
Don't know how long we've been lying here in fear
Too afraid to even feel
I find my glasses and you turn the light out
Roll off on your side like you've rolled away for years
Holding back those king-size tears

And I still don't ask you: "What is the matter?
Is this a matter of worse or of better?"
You take the heart failure, I'll take the cancer
I've long stopped wondering why you don't answer

Exhibit E:
You can certainly see
How fulfilling a life from the cost and the size of stone
Of our final resting home
We got some nice ones, right under a cherry tree
You and me lying the only way we know
Side by side and still and cold

And I finally ask you: "What was the matter?
Was it a matter of worse or of better?"
You stretch your arms out and finally face me
And say: "I would've told you if you'd only asked me,
you'd only asked me,
you'd only asked me..."
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