I'm just a little more than obsessed - still.
And it's finding it's way into my work.
Lyrics in the above photo are from Cold Ground by Rusty Truck. They read:
"Close the door and turn the key
I lock the door
And it's time to sleep
And all those pretty treasures are deep
Once revealed inside a dream
Diamonds shine on a water's edge
Never make it back from sea
To pray for nothing short of breath
Oh no never do we breathe"
You can find a rather poor quality vid of Rusty Truck performing this song in what appears to be NBC studio here.
Lyrics are from Cat Power's Half Of You:
"When you give
half of you
all of you"
Clicky here to hear it, and for another viewer's take on the show.
Or maybe it's that I'm haunted. I seem to be feeling things more lately than I have in several years gone by. I seem to be reacting to art, written or performed art, words... with a lot more emotion than I have known for a long time. That's a good thing, I think. It's strange, intense, unnerving, confusing, haunting... but good, I think.