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A Spindle, a Darkness, a Fever, and a Necklace Lyrics

Bright Eyes

"So long everything!" he shouted, then he ran next door to Margot's house.
"I'm moving," he said.
"Where'," asked Margot.
"Two Weeks Away," he said.
"Mitchell, where is that'" asked Margot.
"It's everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks," said Mitchell, "I have lived in the same place for a long time, it is time for me to go some place else."
"No." said Margot, "You have only lived next door 15 years."
"16," said Mitchell.
"15..16, what's the difference'" said Margot, "I want you to stay next door forever."
"I can't," said Mitchell, " I do not want to go wake up in the same old bed and eat breakfast in the same old kitchen. Every room in my house is the same old room, because i have lived there too long.
"And you look at me and think, same old face, same old tail, same old scale, same old walk, same old talk," said Margot
"No," said Mitchell, "I like your face, tail,scale, walk and talk."
"I like you"
"I like you too," said Mitchell. He walked through the door.
"I must pack," he said.

You turn on a spindle. You are so much looser now but you're not explaining how you gained
such new repose. I touch the clasp of your locket, with its picture held, some secret you wouldn't
tell but let it choke your neck. So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide, solids
changing into light, with a burst of heat so bright. Well fine, don't you do what I want you to.
Don't degrade yourself the way I do because you don't depend on all the sh_t that I use to make
my moods improve. Near a sea of pianos, there were waves of chords that crashed against the
shore in one huge and pointless roar. And there were girls bringing water, like a dream they
came to cure the fever of my brain, and soothe my burning throat. And they made me a
necklace, hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets, and placed it round my neck and
they were singing, Don't you do what you've wanted to. Yeah, don't destroy yourself like those
cowards do and maybe the sun keeps coming up because it has gotten used to you and your
constant need for proof.