ich bin ein auslander

it’s a very odd feeling being in your early 30’s but still finding yourself identifying so strongly with music you listened to literally half your lifetime ago. and speaking of that, if that was you, robert steiner, that was the rob that called me when i landed in the airport and was too fucked up to talk to, please call back. i’d love to hear from you and see what’s going on in your life. and if it wasn’t that particular one, well, go away. and if i do remember corrently, you, ross and i spent a ridiculous week many, many years ago listening to this album on repeat, eating those delicious little sandwiches, playing mario bros obsessively when not corrupting little goth girls (who were all, admittedly, much more corrupt than us already… we were so naive). ahh, good times.

charlotte sometimes

all the faces, all the voices blur
change to one face, change to one voice
prepare yourself for bed
the light seems bright and glares on white walls
all the sounds of charlotte sometimes
into the night with charlotte sometimes

night after night she lay alone in bed
her eyes so open to the dark
the streets all looked so strange
they seemed so far away
but charlotte did not cry

the people seemed so close, playing expressionless games
the people seemed so close
so many other names…

sometimes i’m dreaming
when all the other people dance
sometimes i’m dreaming
charlotte sometimes

sometimes i’m dreaming
expressionless the trance
sometimes i’m dreaming
so many different names

sometimes i’m dreaming
the sounds all stay the same
sometimes i’m dreaming
she hopes to open shadowed eyes
on a different world

come to me, scared princess
charlotte sometimes

on that bleak track
see the sun is gone again
the tears were pouring down her face
she was crying and crying for a girl
who died so many years before

sometimes i dream
when all the other people dance
sometimes i dream
charlotte sometimes

sometimes i dream
the sounds all stay the same
sometimes i’m dreaming
there are so many different names
sometimes i dream
sometimes i dream

charlotte sometimes crying for herself
charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself
but it’s always with love
with so much love it looks like
everything else

charlotte sometimes
so far away
glass sealed and pretty
charlotte sometimes

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