Somewhere between Bell's Palsy and death
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
It’s really not as bad as all this. Really.

As if on cue to brighten my existential despair, the mail delivered my mix CD from my pretend Innernet boyfriend today. Gotta say, it’s much mellower than I pictured coming from the dude who endured ghost-writing Paris Hilton’s dog’s biography, but really, really good. (I, too, love Yello now.) Below, I give you the lyrics to “Make It Rain,” by Tom Waits—not as a peek into the window of my utterly defeated, foul mood, but because man, have you heard this dude’s voice? I mean, I know everyone has, but seriously. I forgot how ... odd it is. Seriously. Good song, though.

Took all my money
And my best friend
You know the story
Here it comes again
I have no pride
I have no shame
You gotta make it rain
Make it rain

Since you’re gone
Deep inside it hurts
I’m just another sad guest
On this dark earth

I want to believe
In the mercy of the world again
Make it rain, make it rain

The night’s too quiet
Stretched out alone
I need the whip of thunder
And the wind’s dark moan

I’m not Able, I’m just Cain
Open up the heavens
Make it rain

I’m close to heaven
Crushed at the gate
They sharpen their knives
On my mistakes

What she done, you can’t give it a name
You gotta make it rain
Make it rain, yeah

(insanely good and right on guitar solo)

Without her love
Without your kiss
Hell can’t burn me
More than this
I’m burning with all this pain
Put out the fire
Make it rain

I’m born to trouble
I’m born to fate
Inside a promise
I can’t escape
It’s the same old world
But nothing looks the same
Make it rain


Posted by Broad5:22 PM
It is the job of a good person to be honest. To be self-aware. To deliberately explore the fault lines of your character and try desperately to not inflict suffering in this strange, ghost-ridden world of worked and fabricated objects. Sometimes the jobs of writer and good person coincide. But more often they don’t. There are way more writers in the world than there are good people.

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