(The) Harvey Danger Database

St. Leonard touched the Philistines
and changed their whiskeys into wine,
but even he was “not much nourished by modern love.”

So I told her that everything she does is divine,
and she replied with a blank expression
(an object lesson in making me feel benign),
then whispered, “Independence and indifference
are the wings which allow the heart to fly.”

Feelings I have had too often
still no plan in place
to soften the inevitable blow
(the rituals we know).

And with the right revolting piety of tone,
the word “freedom”
can make you want to vomit.

Oh, but I know everybody follows pleasure,
everybody gets somewhere.
I swear, I wish I could be less aware…

Now it’s absolutely clear to me
that solitude is not the same as singularity,
But that’s not why I’m lonely.

Sean: When you're as obsessed with Leonard Cohen as I was at the time we wrote this song, you think nothing of quoting his poem "Queen Victoria" right there in verse one. The album version is in my top 5 HD numbers for sure.^25B