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lyrics
TINTIN IN TIBET
I sing to you.
I sing to you Geneviève.
I sing to you.
You don’t exist.
I sing to you though.
When I address you
who am I talking to?
Standing in the front yard like an open wound
repeating “I love you”
to who?
I recorded all these songs about the echoes in our house now
and then walked out the door to play them on a stage
but I sing to you.
I picture you
when we first met you were twenty two.
I drove my truck onto the ferry to Victoria in the morning
where we met and talked forever in your apartment. Evening falling,
so I brought my blankets in and slept on the floor right next to your bed.
In the morning, barely awake, I saw you standing right above me
peeling and orange and looking hungry.
“Do you want some?” you asked me
and then just avalanched into me with pieces of orange
and weight and kissing
and certainty.
I remember you a few days later in Tofino where we’d driven
to play a show you set up for us at a surf shop to no one
then we slept in the back of my truck and got woken up by the cops
and so went down to the fishing boat docks to ask whoever for a ride
across the water to Meares Island to just get left there for the day.
And we did and brought some food to eat and went through the big trees
abandoned and in love, totally insane, apart from the rest of the world.
We had finally found each other in the universe.
Lying on the rocks waiting for the boat to come pick us up
I read the one book we had with us aloud with my head on your lap,
sinking into you. Tintin In Tibet in French.
We thought of devotion and snow and distant longing
and the Himalayan air, high and cold with a bell ringing out.
Right before you died thirteen years later in our house I remember
through your gasping for oxygen you explained that you were thinking
about that high cold air wrapping the globe.
Singing above the mountains of the gods.
And I do picture you there: molecules dancing.
But I’d rather you were in the house watching the unfolding
everyday life of this good daughter we made
instead of being scattered by the wind for no reason
so I sing to you.
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024