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kevin moore - blanket lyrics

memory save me i’m f-ckin up. constantly laid on the ground. looking for
signs on the ceiling

“…i just have to keep breathing…”

(she wants me to know she wants me around). think i was moving to something.
thought i was sailing along. had to be sailing for someplace (thought i was
right, but i must have been wrong). you do make a beautiful blinder, you
hide things i don’t want to see. your arms cover me like a blanket and
maybe it’s all that i need.

“…i just have to keep breathing, i just have to keep breathing that’s all
it is, that’s all it is that’s keeping us going, that’s all it is, is just me
breathing, is just me breathing i inhale, and i exhale, and then, and then,
then, then, i keep it going for nothing but, but you know,
i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i don’t, i don’t, i don’t, i don’t mind doing it for
people, i just have to keep breathing, i just have to keep breathing…”
[male vocal sample: performance artist todd alcott. ]
[the monologue from which this comes from is called “lenore,” ]
[written by in 1984 as part of a one-act play ent-tled “8c.” ]
[the character of lenore was a young woman who had become convinced ]
[that the existence of the entire world was inc-mbent on her never ]
[sleeping, that if she ever lost consciousness, the world would end.]
[the play has often been given readings, but has never had a full ]
[production. (info was provided by todd alcott) ]

memory save me i’m trippin up. picking up bones from the ground. throw me a
chain and i’ll climb it up (thought i was up, but i guess i was down). you
look like a dream i was dreaming, a dream of a boy by the sea. you must have
eyes just like mirrors, ’cause i thought i was looking at me. close your
eyes, think of the best thing to say. iampathetically lost and maybe you
made me this way. memory save me i’m f-ckin up. the sun’s just a spot on
the sea. i know i was reaching for something (thought it was you, but i
guess it was me). and the world is a wonderful target, she was a wonderful
world, but god is a girl who won’t listen. she was an insolent girl. close
your eyes and see what you’re doing to me? she catches my eye with a cynical
smile and says, “i cannot solve all i see”. i had a dream (dreams would fill
my head, but i let ’em all slide, american-style, for the blanket that lays
on my bed i wait all day for my sailor and sometimes he comes were you surprised that he died trying to
look for other people no he was he was the type of person who would definitely go looking for the
people)

“…i wait all day for my sailor and sometimes he comes…”

“…were you surprised that he died trying to look for other people?…
…no, he was the type of person, he was, he was… he was the type of person
who would definitely go looking for the people…”
[female vocal sample: tori amos’ “song for eric,” overlayed with… ]
[male and female vocal samples: anonymous reporter/interviewee from ]
[a tv news broadcast. ]

i wanted to find an innocent mind, but only found myself waiting. i laid on
the floor, you walked through the door and now i feel myself fading. i
wanted to find an innocent mind, but only found myself waiting. i laid on
the floor, you walked through the door and now i feel myself fading. now i
feel myself fading. i jumped on a meaningful wave that carried me right to
the sh-r-line. i laughed when my face hit the sand and swam out again for
the joyride. i told you the things that i want and you gave me just what i
needed. it’s just like my father would want, but i couldn’t smile when he
did. i boarded the windows and doors and took the clock down from the
ceiling. but i kept my head to the floor, ’cause i had a confident feeling.
somebody called me today, i answered the door kind of hazy. he told me to
leave all my clothes, he told me to tell you you’re crazy. i followed him
out to the street, he pointed and quickly departed. and left me to travel
for weeks, till i get to the place where i started. and i just want to be
where i started, i just want to get back where i started, and i just want to
be where i started, and i just want to get back where i started.

“…the other version of that’s called, ‘i buried me wife and i dance on top
of her.’
what a cruel thing to do, go dance on top of her, you know that was a, that
wasn’t a nice thing to do.
well, but she didn’t know the difference anyway…”
[male vocal samples: source unknown.]

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