I’ve been thinking a lot about the changes that are happening and that already have been made -one especially that has had more of an impact than I had expected so suddenly. I have always been a fan of the Cure and liked most of the group’s music, listened to the songs, but never pondered any meaning to them at the time of release. As often happens in my life, I am able, many years later, to attach a meaning to a song because of something recent that has happened. The following are the lyrics to two of the songs A Letter to Elise and Pictures of You that I like even more now that they have a special meaning to me.
A Letter to Elise
Oh Elise it doesn’t matter what you say
I just can’t stay here every yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out
Every way to smile
Forget
And make-believe we never needed
Any more than this
Any more than this
Oh Elise it doesn’t matter what you do
I know I’ll never really get inside of you
To make your eyes catch fire
The way they should
The way the blue could pull me in
If they only would
If they only would
At least I’d lose this sense of sensing something else
That hides away
From me and you
There’re worlds to part
With aching looks and breaking hearts
And all the prayers your hands you make
Oh I just take as much as you can throw
And then throw it all away
Oh I throw it all away
Like throwing faces at the sky
Like throwing arms round
Yesterday
I stood and stared
Wide-eyed in front of you
And the face I saw looked back
The way I wanted to
But I just can’t hold my tears away
The way you do
Elise believe I never wanted this
I thought this time I’d keep all of my promises
I thought you were the girl I always dreamed about
But I let the dream go
And the promises broke
And the make-believe ran out…
So Elise
It doesn’t matter what you say
I just can’t stay here every yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out
Every way to smile
Forget
And make-believe we never needed
Any more than this
Any more than this
And every time I try to pick it up
Like falling sand
As fast as I pick it up
It runs away through my clutching hands
But there’s nothing else I can really do
There’s nothing else I can really do
There’s nothing else
I can really do
At all…
Pictures of You
I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of
you that I almost believe that they’re real I’ve
been living so long with my pictures of you that
I almost believe that the pictures are all I can
feel
Remembering you standing quiet in the rain as
I ran to your heart to be near and we kissed as
the sky fell in holding you close how I always
held close in your fear remembering you
running soft through the night you were bigger
and brighter than the snow and
screamed at the make-believe screamed at the
sky and you finally found all your courage to
let it all go
Remembering you fallen into my arms crying
for the death of your heart you were stone
white so delicate lost in the cold you were
always so lost in the dark remembering you
how you used to be slow drowned you were
angels so much more than everything oh hold
for the last time then slip away quietly open
my eyes but I never see anything
If only I had thought of the right words I could
have hold on to your heart if only I’d thought of
the right words I wouldn’t be breaking apart all
my pictures of you
Looking so long at these pictures of you but I
never hold on to your heart looking so long for
the words to be true but always just breaking
apart my pictures of you
There was nothing in the world that I ever
wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world that I ever
wanted more than to never feel the breaking
apart all my pictures of you
I know (anticipate) you will read this at some point – I want to tell you that things will go back to how they were; I want to tell you that I am there for you, to hold you, but you already feel my presence;
I want to tell you how I feel, but somehow I don’t have to say anything- you already know.
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