Black Nemo

Meriden months stuck in Indian summers. And Dad's on the line, but I'm fine. "Here's the phone..." Oh, it's floating away. It's going away on the tide. Crystalized wishes, like kids crying for Christmases, ticking off lists with their pens in their fists before floating away, and going away on the tide. Running away on the back of a beast, in a midnight charge down a broken beach. The little stars, they spin the sharpest shards of light on down to the mouth of the sea. In a morning curled up in a cab on the edge of the world, the light's a fire of gold lying around. 卡在印度的夏天梅里个月。和爸爸的就行了，但我没事。 “这里的电话...... ”哦，这是飘走。它是在浪潮消失。结晶的愿望，像小孩子一样哭了圣诞节，列举出了他们自己的拳头笔名单飘走面前，要离开的潮流。逃跑的兽的后面，在一个午夜充绒破碎的海滩。小星星，它们旋转，下至海河口光的尖锐碎片。在早晨蜷缩在世界边缘的驾驶室，灯光的金火躺在身边。

What, when you heard it - say, forward or furtive, transferred through a person or mystical blur - got you going away, got you floating away on the tide? Through Bonner Road basements of "Pitfall," of cave-ins, of crackling tapes, cross fades... When the song ends I'm going away, floating away on the tide. Finding your way down the bloody beach, with the burnt-out cars salt-licked by the sea, those slicked-out stars all screaming from a distant high remove. In the fizzed-out snow of a cathode screen I saw a broken ghost in an old soap scene. I let his dead and dreamy eyes follow my moves. 什么，当你听到它 - 说，向前或鬼鬼祟祟的，通过一个人或神秘迷离转移 - 把你要走了，把你飘走的潮流？噼里啪啦的磁带通过邦纳路地下室的“陷阱”的塌方，淡入淡出......当歌曲结束，我要走了，飘走的潮流。找到你的方式向下血腥的海滩，与烂花汽车盐舔在海边，这些梳出恒星都来自一个遥远的高移除尖叫。在阴极屏幕fizzed出的雪，我看到一个破碎的幽灵在一个古老的肥皂的场景。我让他死了，梦幻般的眼睛跟着我的动作。

And I had a vision of everything hidden but always around me. It fought me. It found me while going away, floating away on the tide. Shooting through time with my eyes getting glassy and lined, while I watch seasons rocketing past me. They're going away - a little more every day, all the time. 我拥有了一切隐藏的愿景，但始终围绕着我。它打我。它发现了我，而要离开，飘走的潮流。通过拍摄的时间与我的眼睛让玻璃和内衬，虽然我看季节飙升过去我。他们要离开 - 多一点每一天，所有的时间。

On a balcony, at the brilliant sea where all rivers meet, a voice spoke to me and said, "These things have just got to be. I don't know why." 阳台上，在灿烂的海上，所有河流交汇，一个声音跟我说：“这些东西只因为是我不知道为什么。 ”

And I said, "Here's to the freeway flasher! Here's to the desperate dasher. Guard him. Keep him from crashing, on his tear. I know you think you miss him. I know you think you knew him, but you were passing through him. Light as air he's leaving. There... he's gone." 我说， “这是在高速公路上闪光！这里是在绝望的短跑运动员。守护着他，让他崩溃，他的泪，我知道你想你好想他，我知道你认为你知道他，但你通过了路过他轻如空气，他的离开，有...他走了。 “