Morphine

The beauty of Morphine's music is not readily conveyed with words. But then, Mark Sandman has these incredibly poignant and/or insightful and/or beautiful lyrics to go with his smooth talking bass and begging saxaphones.

Their music is sexy.

Lyrics from some of my favorite songs include:

There's no map
and there's no clue
of where to go
and what to do
who to dog
and who to ride
and who to hold forever by your side.


i'm free now to direct a movie
sing a song or write a book
about yours truly
well, i'm so interesting
i'm so great
but i'm really just a fuck up
it's such a waste
to burn down these walls around me
flexing like a heartbeat
you don't like to speak
don't talk to me
for about a week
i'm sorry, it just hurts to explain
there's something going on that makes my gut sink.
i got guilt
i got fear
i got regret
i'm just a panic-stricken waste
i'm such a jerk


some day,
there'll be a cure for pain
that's the day
i throw my drugs away


somewhere there's no distracting
breeze of information
leaking through the windows
dripping from the trees
somewhere there's no earthquakes
no other people's anxious questions
no nervous wrecks


I tore open the package it was an empty box
no meaning to me just an empty box
sender was a woman
she said she's sending me everything
I never gave her before
she said: Fill it up and send it back.
So I sent her back an empty box.
A big mistake, sent back an empty box,
half in the shadows, half in the husky moonlight,
and half insane just a sound in the night.
I enter a valley so dark that when I look back I can't see where I began, I can't see my hands, I don't even know if my eyes are open.
In the morning I was by the sea and I swam out as far as I could swim 'til I was too tired to swim anymore
and then I floated
and tried to get by strength back.
Then an empty box came floatin' by,
an empty box and I crawled inside
half in the shadows, half in the husky moonlight
and half insane



So the next time someone offers you free love you know it
You better run, run for shelter, run for help
Run for the nearest downtown lounge in the afternoon
Run for for the cynical arms of a stranger
Run for the open arms of an unknown tomorrow
Because love love love is expensive.
Free love, don't bank on it baby