I still like to think he was smiling.
That there was a fondness amongst us all. He wasn't the joke, he wasn't the monkey in the corner to entertain and dance.
He was one of us. And I know this wasn't like the time he played tennis without a shirt on.
And I understand that it wasn't like when he tried to sniff the metal in the middle of his ring binder and the pincers closed on his nose.
It wasn't even a misheard line retold for the next 10 years or the annoying songs he used to come up with.
It was meant well. It was meant as I intended.
the image drifts across my mind. But there's something missing.
And I see him pause slightly when he realises that that there is something under the plastic that should have read "AMBULANCE" on the back.
And there, in crude, biro letters (my crude, biro letters) is the phrase "BIG TREV".
But when I see it there is no face. Not no smile or sneer or scowl, but no face at all. Just blackness. Just nothing.
And when I try to imagine it, to force it through with my will, I can't even remember what it should look like.
And no matter how many times I tell myself that he was fine, that we was laughing and he was fine, what I really believe is only the black hole where the face should be.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:03.16]I still like to think he was smiling.
[00:10.06]That there was a fondness amongst us all. He wasn't the joke, he wasn't the monkey in the corner to entertain and dance.
[00:16.97]He was one of us. And I know this wasn't like the time he played tennis without a shirt on.
[00:21.58]And I understand that it wasn't like when he tried to sniff the metal in the middle of his ring binder and the pincers closed on his nose.
[00:28.49]It wasn't even a misheard line retold for the next 10 years or the annoying songs he used to come up with.
[00:34.72]It was meant well. It was meant as I intended.
[00:51.69]the image drifts across my mind. But there's something missing.
[01:02.15]And I see him pause slightly when he realises that that there is something under the plastic that should have read "AMBULANCE" on the back.
[01:09.61]And there, in crude, biro letters (my crude, biro letters) is the phrase "BIG TREV".
[01:25.62]But when I see it there is no face. Not no smile or sneer or scowl, but no face at all. Just blackness. Just nothing.
[01:35.51]And when I try to imagine it, to force it through with my will, I can't even remember what it should look like.
[01:41.43]And no matter how many times I tell myself that he was fine, that we was laughing and he was fine, what I really believe is only the black hole where the face should be.
I still like to think he was smiling.
That there was a fondness amongst us all. He wasn't the joke, he wasn't the monkey in the corner to entertain and dance.
He was one of us. And I know this wasn't like the time he played tennis without a shirt on.
And I understand that it wasn't like when he tried to sniff the metal in the middle of his ring binder and the pincers closed on his nose.
It wasn't even a misheard line retold for the next 10 years or the annoying songs he used to come up with.
It was meant well. It was meant as I intended.
the image drifts across my mind. But there's something missing.
And I see him pause slightly when he realises that that there is something under the plastic that should have read "AMBULANCE" on the back.
And there, in crude, biro letters (my crude, biro letters) is the phrase "BIG TREV".
But when I see it there is no face. Not no smile or sneer or scowl, but no face at all. Just blackness. Just nothing.
And when I try to imagine it, to force it through with my will, I can't even remember what it should look like.
And no matter how many times I tell myself that he was fine, that we was laughing and he was fine, what I really believe is only the black hole where the face should be.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:03.16]I still like to think he was smiling.
[00:10.06]That there was a fondness amongst us all. He wasn't the joke, he wasn't the monkey in the corner to entertain and dance.
[00:16.97]He was one of us. And I know this wasn't like the time he played tennis without a shirt on.
[00:21.58]And I understand that it wasn't like when he tried to sniff the metal in the middle of his ring binder and the pincers closed on his nose.
[00:28.49]It wasn't even a misheard line retold for the next 10 years or the annoying songs he used to come up with.
[00:34.72]It was meant well. It was meant as I intended.
[00:51.69]the image drifts across my mind. But there's something missing.
[01:02.15]And I see him pause slightly when he realises that that there is something under the plastic that should have read "AMBULANCE" on the back.
[01:09.61]And there, in crude, biro letters (my crude, biro letters) is the phrase "BIG TREV".
[01:25.62]But when I see it there is no face. Not no smile or sneer or scowl, but no face at all. Just blackness. Just nothing.
[01:35.51]And when I try to imagine it, to force it through with my will, I can't even remember what it should look like.
[01:41.43]And no matter how many times I tell myself that he was fine, that we was laughing and he was fine, what I really believe is only the black hole where the face should be.
He's seen it.In the mirror.In windows.The eyes of his colleagues.His so called friends.
Morning after morning.First a centimetre.Then an inch.Upwards....
”WHITE LANDS OF EMPATHICA”
The end.
The songwriter`s dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica
Of Innocence
Empathica
...
She says that they're nothing but chancers where I come from.
That she doesn't know how I've survived it without being beaten or killed or worse.
She ...
We had this lecturer once who said that memory was the absolute key to identity. To who you are.
That there is no innate, natural, biological you who ...
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
Miss my Alabama once again
And I think it‘s a sin, yeah
I hea...
Redlight flickers in the dark
Throwing her electric shapes on the screen
A world lacking that final dimension
And he watches, over tables and drawers ...
We decided to go through the fields with it.
Stevie thinking it might be embarrassing carrying a carpet along the roadside.
As we got to the first gat...
In the darkness, he asks himself, "Did God make me this way? Did God do this to me? Did he make me do it?"
And he looks down. Down at his hollowness.
...