All Of This And Nothing
a phonebook full of accidents
a girl to drive your car
a suit to wear on mondays
and a coat a magazine
a heavy rain a holiday
a painting of the wall
a knife a fork and memories
a light to see it all
you didn’t leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you round
dominoes a pack of cards
a picture of the queen
a dress to wear on sundays
and a handle for the door
a letter that i sent for you
a note you left for me
a wave a pack of cigarettes
a pocket full of beads
you didn’t leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you on
you didn’t leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you round
you didn’t leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you on
the sound of people getting drunk
a ceiling and a sky
a bank that’s full of promises
a telephone that lies
a visit from your doctor
he crawls in through the door
a mirror you can look in
so that you know where you are
you didn’t leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you round
you didn’t leave me anything
that i can understand
now i’m left with all of this
a room full of your trash
-Psychedelic Furs
This actually came on tonight while I was looking for this, to move it to a safe deposit box:
As I was looking for it, I saw a whole lot of weird stuff that I always forget I have. Letters from people I forgot existed. Letters from friends I’ve lost touch with. Letters from lovers I’ve fallen out with, expressing love that’s just so alien to me now, but still so affecting. Even some correspondence with people who I do still talk to, amazingly, showing such a simpler side of our lives, due to the age of it. Birthday cards from an aunt and uncle who aren’t around anymore. (The aunt’s last words to me, after getting my name wrong momentarily at a party in 1994, were “Don’t ever get old.”) Newspaper articles about people who ended their lives too soon. Stuff like that. And then that song came on in the middle of it.
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Anyway, I found the letter. It took me a while, because I thought it was in a smaller Still need to figure out where I put the printout of the first email I got from Jon Dupree of Earth Eighteen (Jon, it’s been forever; give me a buzz sometime), but I think I know where that is. It’s funny, that in a room that has some things that other people would think of as “valuable”, these are the things I don’t want to lose. Went through a lot of the collectables, and frankly and eye-openingly, a lot of it either isn’t worth using the storage space on, is too big for the box, or it’s just not the kind of thing that I want to protect but not display.