November 29, 2011

• There’s something in my Eye.

  While finding the right song to sing I listened to a few other Josh Ritter tracks and this one when I was reading the lyrics along with the song to test it out I actually couldn’t get through with out tearing up lol :’(

  So I thought I’d ruin everyone else’s day too by sharing it

  My challenge is to read the lyrics or better sing along with the song as you listen and tell me if you can make it without even a little lump in the throat.

   Lyrics:

  He opens his eyes falls I love at first sight
  With the girl in the doorway
  What beautiful lines and how full of life
  After thousands of years what a face to wake up to
  He holds back a sigh as she touches his arm
  She dusts off the bed where ’til now he’s been sleeping
  And under miles of stone, the dried fig of his heart
  Under scarab and bone starts back to it’s beating

  She carries him home in a beautiful boat
  He watches the sea from a porthole in stowage
  He can hear all she says as she sits by his bed
  And one day his lips answer her in her own language
  The days quickly pass he loves making her laugh
  The first time he moves it’s her hair that he touches
  She asks, “Are you cursed?” He says, “I think that I’m cured”
  Then he talks of the Nile and the girls in bulrushes
  [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/josh_ritter/the_curse.html ]
  In New York he is laid in a glass covered case
  He pretends he is dead people crowd round to see him
  But each night she comes round and the two wander down
  The hall of the tomb that she calls a museum
  Often he stops to rest but then less and less
  Then it’s her that looks tired staying up asking questions
  He learns how to read from the papers that she
  Is writing about him and he makes corrections

  It’s his face on her book more and more come to look
  Families from Iowa, upper west siders
  Then one day it’s too much he decides to get up
  And as chaos ensues he walks outside to find her
  She’s using a cane and her face looks to pale
  But she’s happy to see him as they walk he supports her
  She asks, “Are you cursed?” but his answer’s obscured
  In a sandstorm of flashbulbs and rowdy reporters

  Such reanimation the two tour the nation
  He gets out of limos he meets other women
  He speaks of her fondly their nights in the museum
  But she’s just one more rag now he’s dragging behind him
  She stops going out she just lies there in bed
  In hotels in whatever towns they are speaking
  Then her face starts to set and her hands start to fold
  And one day the dried fig of her heart stops it’s beating

  Long ago in the ship she asked, “Why pyramids?”
  He said, “Think of them as an immense invitation”
  She asked, “Are you cursed?” He said, “I think that I’m cured”
  Then he kissed her and hoped that she’d forget that question

   

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