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brandon brown (a&r coordinator) - pink ft. nate ruess | just give me a reason lyrics

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because of you, my loneliness is only burlesque

i can’t believe that one of us will almost surely die before the other

i will love dead you too although i hope to never meet her

love formally accommodates feeling in excess of prescriptive, governable, euphonious measures

as our measures can be ungovernable and dysphonic, so can our love be

ungovernability can also be ascetic, a way of life

this is the one poem in this book that’s for you, not you all

like a song comes on the radio, a disc jockey’s peaty voice intones, “this one goes out to alli from bb, pining across the lake.”

then lionel richie (or whoever) singles you out from the unknowable crowd of listeners, crooning code, h+llo

form is what tries to lord over love, it always admits it, completely fails

a lot of my friends really love this essay called “against the couple form” by clementine x. clementine

“against the couple form,” argues that there is no couple that can exist without an original s+xual violence, as long as patriarchal conditions obtain, and that polyamory is not a sifficuent challenge to structures of possession historically embedded in gender relations

and i get it, and i am more or less against the couple form too
except i am hardly ever really against anyone’s happiness if their happiness includes some revolt against the horrors of the origin and form, if it tries at least to deny that sentence

also i f+cking love duets, don’t you?

i am desperate to forget how pervasive this originary violence of the couple form is whenever i think about being in love with you

we even sing well together, in a sense, although you’ve always misinterpreted my comparing your singing voice daniel johnston’s a veiled insult, it’s not

our harmony, like all harmony, is the effect of real alterity, i’m another tongue in you, we will always be apart, connected by the tongue when we are, h+llo, it’s how we continue each other

there can be others, there are and will be others, a choir surrounds us, flirty wet and hard and choirsome, no matter how squishy you or i get inside it i will always p+rs+ your voice in its chorus

just give me a reason is the tale of two lovers in a rut, who want desperately to stay together

each asks the other to give them a reason to stay, a pretense as love like poetry has nothing or almost nothing to do with reasons

i sit in the library on my lunch break sipping iced tea, trying to think of similes to describe nate ruess’s voice

i don’t get very far

“bloodless chestnut?”

“bay of (no) rage?”

sometimes when we dip into a rut and i’m being a boody b+tch i think will i be mad about this when i’m dead, wrestling a wolf in hel
i should be more generous to nate ruess

it’s not his fault pink is a juptier and he merely a moon

love is reciprocal orbiality, planets and moons taking turns being magnets

will you marry me or is that stupid?

when they sing “just a little bit’s enough” it’s so true, so well+known, but it’s so desperate here i’m moved

in hel all you do is yearn to come back to earth a molecule of spit

if i die first i will continue in you, even if i wane into almost no cells, dead skin, sh+t, that will be how i love you from hel, valhalla, wherever i end up, there will be a smell in the air, kush oxygen of oakland, something earthy from a fault in the dirt

why can’t i write a valentine that doesn’t have sh+t in it?

i am slime, i will always be your baby

in the bathroom at work, someone threw a wadded piece of toilet paper on the floor

the sh+t on it was thick and brown, it really popped off the austere white

it was like the impasto of courbet’s painting

no one touched it, of course, but near the end of the day, someone, revolted into poiesis, made a sign, and taped it on the wall
they drew a downward arrow and wrote, “what the f+ck is this???”

i’m trying to say i love you is the repeated rhetorical excess of the shock that this can be possibly so, reasonlessly true

- brandon brown ar coordinator lyrics

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