Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Maps – Fever To Tell

I can’t stop travelling, moving away, and the men in my life can’t stop either. We’re always getting ready for the next step, always queuing for visas or planning stop-overs so we can see people in some place or another. Airports are like second homes. We don’t travel poring over maps, and we don’t have someone begging us to stay. We’re all running around and often tantalisingly close and yet never together, never in the same country. The world can seem so small sometimes. Sometimes when I’m on K I know this world is so teeny-tiny and inconsequential.

If there was someone to hold me down, would I stay? cos I know the maps don’t love me like I want to be loved. I don’t know where to go next. I can’t stay here. I can’t go back, the only way is forward, but I’m pretty much blindfolded. Or maybe it’s more like driving in the mists. There’s a moment in The Kitchen God’s Wife where they’re fleeing the Japanese and driving a truck through some godforsaken area of inland China, and they are high up in the mountains on dangerous roads. The mists descend suddenly, making it impossible to see even a yard in front, and in the end the only way to progress is for Helen to pull out her red wedding dress. A man holding it walks ahead, touching his hand to the sheer rock on the inside of the road, and the truck painstakingly inches forward throughout the night.

I need the red dress. I have to move countries in less than 6 weeks and I don’t know where to go.

Pack up;
I’m straight;
Enough;
Oh say, say, say; you’ll
Oh say, say, say; you’ll
Oh say, say, say; you’ll
Oh say, say, say; you’ll
Oh say, say, say you’ll

Wait, they don’t love you like I love you;
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you;
Ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aps;
Wait! They don’t love you like I love you.

Made off;
Don’t stray;
Well, my kind’s your kind;
I’ll stay the same!
Pack up;
But Don’t stray;
Oh say, say, say;
I’ll Oh say, say, say!

Wait! They don’t love you like I love you;
Wait! They don’t love you like I love you;
Ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aps;
Wait! They don’t love you like I love you!
Wait! They don’t love you like I love you!
Ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aps!
Wait! They don’t love you like I love you …

Wait! They don’t love you like I love you;
Wait! They don’t love you like I love you;
Ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aps;
Wait! They don’t love you like I love you!
Wait! They don’t love you like I love you!
Ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aps!
Wait! They don’t love you like I love you …

~ by orange on July 2, 2007.