(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Destroyer: Virgin With a Memory

Was it the movie or the "Making of Fitzcarraldo"
where someone learned to love again?
'I can't remember' is not the same as 'I don't know,'
Virgin with a Memory...

Was it the movie or the "Making of Fitzcarraldo"
where your mother decided to fashion herself
after the sad deity we left on the shelf?
She wanted blood, all she got was sacrifice.
She wanted blood, all she got was sacrifice.
She wanted blood, all she got was sacrifice.

Virgin without a Memory,
now's your chance to be free
of all those favorite bands you ditched for one that's grander:
No Use for a Name to The Make-Up...
it's all the same.
The singer not the song, no!
The singer not the song, no!
The singer not the song, no!

Formative years: wasted.
In love with our peers, we tasted life with the stars.
Anticlimactic as Mars was, still...
A red earth with no way of knowing
this silver colossus exists just to be growing.
A red earth with no way of knowing
this silver colossus exists just to be growing...

Was it the movie or the "Making of Fitzcarraldo"
Where someone learned to love again?
Where someone learned to love again...
Where someone learned to love again...

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