Easy Virtues

Just like an amnesiac
Trying to get my senses back
(Oh, where did they go?)

Laughing with a mouth of blood
From a little spill I took
(Oh, what are you laughing at?)

See I traded my plot of land
For a plane to anywhere
(Oh, where do you go?)

And I can't see the future
But I know its got big plans for me
(Oh what does it see?)

All of my old friends aren't so friendly
All of my old haunts are now all haunting me

Holed up at the motel ritz
With a televangelist (Oh what did he say?)

At the bottom of a swimming pool
With all the water out of it
(How'd you get in there?)

I'm sending consolation prizes to my next of kin, allies
(Oh, they'll be so thrilled)

I can't see the future
But I know it's watching me
(wonder what it sees)

All of my old friends aren't so friendly
All of my old haunts are now all haunting me


Tell my sister that I miss her
Tell my brother that it gets much easier

Tell my sister that I miss her
Tell my brother that it gets much easier

All of my old friends aren't so friendly
And all of my old haunts are now all haunting me

All of my old friends aren't so friendly
And all of my old haunts are now all haunting me

laughing with a mouth of blood//st. vincet

photo//tim walker

Hair Raising.

sitting in my car--the only place i can truly find warmth these days--by the beach one night, i kept running my hands through my long, unruly hair and found that my fingers would get caught about half-way through each time. i did this repeatedly for about twenty minutes--i'm not exaggerating--and felt overwhelmingly convicted: i have to cut this off, i thought to myself. all of a sudden, i felt something move within me. hmm. i put my keys in the ignition, checked the rear view mirror, pulled out and found myself arriving at a Mobil gas station. i wandered in, eyes flashing, looking for something sharp. corn nuts. lighter fluid. orbit. nothing. i decided that using the restroom would suffice for the moment. also, i realized that asking the ESL gas attendant for a knife or scissors would illicit an unfavorable conversation, so i departed unarmed. back in the driver's seat i felt totally wild. i drove back to the beach and met a friend. fumbling to get my keys and phone out as fast as humanly possible, i got out of my car and ran toward him. i gave him a quick hug and said--do you have a knife? um, yeah, he said as he procured a pocket knife from his tight jeans' pocket. perfect. ummm, can you cut off my pony tail? i asked, motioning toward my 12 inch problem. uh, sure, he said. fantastic.

saw. saw. saw. hold on, it's almost done. saw. rip. tear. there's a little bit more. saw. snip. almost, almost. saw. ok. here you go.

i ran my fingers through my hair and they didn't get stuck.