purple rain

I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted to one time see you laughing
I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain

Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain

I only wanted to see you bathing in the purple rain

I never wanted to be your weekend lover
I only wanted to be some kind of friend
Baby I could never steal you from another
It's such a shame our friendship had to end

Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain

I only wanted to see you underneath the purple rain

Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing
It's time we all reach out for something new
That means you too
You say you want a leader
But you can't seem to make up your mind
I think you better close it
And let me guide you to the purple rain

Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain

If you know what I'm singing about up here
C'mon raise your hand

Purple rain Purple rain

I only want to see you, only want to see you
In the purple rain

purple rain -- covered by tori amos

the crane wife

it's past my bedtime, but i'm up stitching up my next podcast, i've had a bit to drink, and even if i'm sleepy, i don't want to go to bed yet. damn, too many of my posts prove that i always feel guilty for staying up.

whatever.

i'm listening to the new decemberists album, more precisely to the song "the crane wife 1 & 2". the whole album was inspired by a japanese folktale called, duh, "the crane wife". it's about this guy who was poor and lonely and living in the forest. he was completely desperate. one day he went out of his house and found a wounded crane at his doorstep. whether on not the crane was pierced through by an arrow is dubious. but he found the skinny injured crane and decided to take it home and take care of it. a while after that, when the crane healed, he decided to let it go and fly away where it belongs. but the crane came back. in the shape of a beautiful woman. who fell in love and married the miserable guy. but no, there's no happy end. read on. so they got married and were happy for a few days, and then the guy remembered how poor he was. he shared his torments with his wife and she offered him the following deal:
she'd weave silk clothes for them to sell but under one condition. he should never, under any circumstances, see her doing it. he agreed. and then she started weaving and he started selling the clothes. driven by his greed he asked her to weave more and more clothes, completely oblivious to her deteriorating health. one day, he even decided to peak in and see how the hell she's doing all this. he opened the door and saw an ill-looking crane plucking off the last of its beautiful feathers...the crane saw him and flew away never to come back.

beautiful story, hey?

the album is poppy but pretty. i have a soft spot for the decemberists, so i forgive them the duet with laura veirs, whom i wouldn't mind if she'd kept to herself.

goodnight, internet. i'm going to bed.