If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be
These words are too solid
They don't move fast enough
To catch the blur in the brain
That flies by and is gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
I'd like to meet you
In a timeless, placeless place
Somewhere out of context
And beyond all consequences
Let's go back to the building
(Words are too solid)
On Little West Twelfth
It is not far away
(They don't move fast enough)
And the river is there
And the sun and the spaces
Are all laying low
(To catch the blur in the brain)
And we'll sit in the silence
(That flies by and is)
That comes rushing in and is
Gone (Gone)
I won't use words again
They don't mean what I meant
They don't say what I said
They're just the crust of the meaning
With realms underneath
Never touched
Never stirred
Never even moved through
If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be
And is gone
Gone
Gone
Being a fan of the use of language
Being a fan of english, um
I got this amazing letter from a fella named boris.
And i wanted to read this to you.
He's, he's from um, the czech republic.
And i wanted to read you this quick letter by the cat because
He's just amazing. and he wrote one of the greatest sentences i
Haveve ever read in my life and i very much want to share it with
You. and i'm not trying to put the guy down, and i'm not saying
'oh he's dumb.' he's just a cat, he's trying to use english and
It's not his language. you know, but he's getting by. like, how
Well do you get by in czech? right. help?!? you know, you say
'check, please!' but you can't get by in czech. this guy's
Struggling in english and he's making it! and he's, he is, he
Is avant. he is, he's bebop! check this guy out.
This is 8/22/98 12: 16 pm, los angeles, california
Boris checks in from the czech republic with this burning
Missive:
'hello henry,
I'm sorry for my english, but i understand english very little,
Thank you for your favour. my name is boris. have 24 years in
Right czech republic. you played in czech 2x. both concerts,
They were splendid.'
Ok. check out this sentence.
'on two concert, i'm shootive collective photo but small, fat,
Bald headed technologist be insane. '
Let's milk it shall we?
'on two concert, i'm shootive collective photo, but such small,
Fat, bald headed techologist be insane.'
In translation, i think he took his roll of film to rite aid and
Had a bad rite aid experience. and you've all had that
Experience in thrifty and rite aid where time seems to slow
Down. i think boris got his film fucked up by the technologist
Who must be whooooooo!, a bit insane.
I go on.
'i compilation all material for you and band. i would like to
Read of your some book, but don't publish in czech language.
This book should be successful in czech republic.'
Sure.
'i you for very much autograph or publicity material or answer
In my letter. thanks a lot for it. i wish for you, band much
Power, health, and energy at further way music. goodbye in
Future concert in czech republic. boris'
The communique from boris makes me think of how great a
Feature-length movie with this use of language would be. could
You imagine an intense courtroom drama with scowling, wildly
Gesticulating lawyers making a case for their clients, kicking
It like boris? think of having the air flight attendent come on
With an "english as a second language" message. 'for
Making landing immediate time incredibly, broken moving not now,
Memories of secret handshakes, you
It speak my language
Sees, I cease to believe
You're gonna leave.
And acting out a fight
When you're not around
With ease, I cease to exist
I slip through the leaves
We once had to wish
Oh we wished for,
Heaven, It now only seems
Like torture
Oh this ghost
Will win my host it's, lingering
In me, and around my neck
It taps on my head
While i'm asleep
Memories of secret handshakes, you
it speak my language
Sees, that cease to believe
My hands are tied
oh I could be a victim
when my tounge wont move
you have it tied with your heart strings
when I needed you most
I couldnt find language
when I needed you more
I couldnt say a word
My hands truly tied
yeah I know Im a prisoner
when my tounge wouldnt move
you had it tied with your heart strings again and..
when I needed you most
I couldnt find Language
when I needed you more
I couldnt say a word
when I needed you most
I couldnt find Language
when I needed you more
I couldnt say a word
One day a heap on the ground
next day Im so proud
today -I dont know-I dont know
hey!
your hands are cold
thats why I try to contain you
now my words are cursed
ember from the ashes
one day a heap on the ground
next day im so proud today-
havent got a clue
feels like a river up to you
today im gonna dry these eyes
NOW!
when I needed you more
I couldnt say a WORD!!