Friday, January 25, 2008

i'm a modern girl, but i fold in half so easily

"they warn you about killers, and thieves in night;
i worry about cancer, and living right.
but my mama never warned me,
about my own destructive appetite,
or the pitfalls of control;
how it locks you in your grave."

"when you're kissing someone who's too much like you,
it's like kissing on a mirror;
when you're sleeping with someone who doesn't get you,
you're gonna hate yourself in the morning."

"but now you love him,
and your baby,
at last you are complete;
but he's distant,
and you found him on the phone,
pleading, saying, 'baby i love you',
and i'll leave her,
and i'm coming out to california.'

let's not forget ourselves good friend
i am flawed if i'm not free,
and your husband will never leave you,
he will never leave you for me."

"i know i'm alone if i'm with or without you,
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief.
when the loneliness leads to bad dreams,
and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you,
and i call you and say 'c'mere!'"

"i've had it with you,
and mexico can fucking wait,
and all of those french films about trains."

jenny lewis is los angeles to me in the same way that francesca lia block's weetzie bat and echo seem like my best friend. or myself, in the way that i can picture tiffanie debartolo's trixie and jacob singing about their families, and their love if they chose to. and, in that same way that the city looks when parked at the top of muholland drive with a bottle of red wine held between my knees. or the way it used to smell like incense, and stolen cherry candy kisses, in wacko on melrose avenue.

and, she is a lot like los angeles, isn't she? grown-up childhood star who now sings in a band, all ripe with bitterness and smog stained love songs.

her songs, they are like opening up a book of short stories, or catching whispered confessions/conversations overheard between two best girlfriends, or from the newly found drunk, leaned up and spouting to the bartender who pretends to listen.
she's someone i'd love to meet for coffee and trade stories with, to exchange our point of views on this city, love, and disappointments.

365 loves: jenny lewis

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