Space-Dye Vest

Un article de Dreamologie.

(Paroles et Musique : Kevin Moore)

Falling through pages of Martens on angels
Feeling my heart pull west
I saw the future dressed as a stranger
love in a space-dye vest

Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding
a pool in the shape of a heart
Beauty projection in the reflection
Always the worst way to start

"But he's the sort who can't know
anyone intimately, least of all a
woman. He doesn't know what a woman
is. He wants you for a possession, 
something to look at like a painting or an ivory box. 
Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real, 
or to think or to live. He doesn't love you, but I love you. 
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when
I hold you in my arms. It's our last chance... It's our last chance..."  (sample de Julian Sands dans "A Room with a View")

Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it
Learning to swallow the rage
Found a new girl I think we can make it
as long as she stays on the page

This is not how I want it to end
And I'll never be open again

"...I was gonna move out...ummm...get,
get a job, get my own place, ummm,
but... I go into the mall where I
want to work and they tell me, I'm, 
I was too young..."  (sample de "The Trouble with Evan" de la série canadienne "the Fifth Estate".)

"Some people, gave advice before,
about facing the facts, about
facing reality. And this is, this
without a doubt, is his biggest 
challenge ever. He's going to have to face it. 
You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and, 
uh, and, and, and get some help here. I mean no one can 
say they know how he feels."  (sample de Jim Hill commentant la chasse d'OJ Simpson) 

"That, so they say that, in ya know
like, Houston or something, you'd
say it's a hundred and eighty degrees, 
but it's a dry heat.
In Houston they say that?
Oh, maybe not. I'm all mixed up.
Dry until they hit the swimming pool."  (sample du Conan O'Brien show)

"...I get up with the sun... Listen.
You have your own room to sleep in,
I don't care what you do. I don't
care when you come home. That door
gets locked, that door gets locked at night by nine o'clock. 
If you're not in this house by nine o'clock, then you'd better find some 
place to sleep. Because you're not going to be a bum in this house. 
Supper is ready..."  (sample de "The Trouble with Evan" de la série canadienne "the Fifth Estate".)

There's no one to take my blame
if they wanted to
Nothing to keep me same
and it's all the same to you
There's nowhere to set my aim
so I'm everywhere
Never come hear me again
do you really think I need you

And I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend
And I'll never be open again
And I'll have no more dreams to defend
And I'll never be open again

"Gilet 'Space-Dye'"

Tombant sur des anges au travers des pages de Martens
Sentant mon cœur tirer à l'ouest
J'ai vu le futur habillé comme un
amour étranger habillé avec un gilet 'Space-Dye'

L'amour est un acte de sang et je saigne
une mare en forme de cœur
La projection de la beauté dans le reflet
Toujours la pire façon de commencer

Maintenant que tu es partie j'essaie de le prendre
Apprenant à avaler ma rage
J'ai trouvé une autre fille, je pense que nous pouvons le faire
tant qu'elle reste sur la page

Ce n'est pas comme ça que je veux que cela finisse
Et je ne serai plus jamais ouvert

Il n'y a personne pour prendre ma responsabilité
s'ils le voulaient
Rien pour me garder sain
et c'est pareil pour toi
Il n'y a aucun endroit que je peux viser
alors je suis partout
Ne m'approche plus jamais
penses-tu vraiment que j'ai besoin de toi?

Et je sourirai, et j'apprendrai à faire semblant
Et je ne serai plus jamais ouvert
Et je n'aurai plus de rêves à défendre
Et je ne serai plus jamais ouvert