red lips like a fire alarm going off just to call your attention
and the only fire you can maybe deem to put off
is this young reckless heart looking for a lesson
they will accuse me of having a taste for trouble
they will accuse you of having a taste for sin
and we can accuse them of tattletale
baby remember, all i care is this fumble up my skirt
you don’t have to worry about anything
how often danger comes in the shape of sex
and sex in the shape of love
and love in the shape of a man who can treat me well
to make time our enemy makes us live in stillness
to know there was a moment in history
when you did not know my name
because god had decided it was not my time to be born;
to know there will come a moment like that again
when i will know your name like a prayer
but god will have decided it was your time of farewell
but in the meanwhile
we can be thankful of the extraordinary coincidence
that we both exist here and now
with years between us like the stars at night
there is something magical about this tragedy of time
i daydream about the universes in which we have always existed together
and you call me out for wasting our beautiful time
i only want to feel your hands on my tighs,
to see the shape of my mouth on your jaw,
to make the years disappear under the moonlight.
isn’t that enough?
isn’t this ageless love what the world cries for?
if this is the trouble you accuse me of seeking,
then let the people freak out at the sight of something they do not understand.
fearing the unknown
constantly creating ways of keeping love undone.
if this is the sin,
then don’t expect me to atone.
watch me lay in bed with my lover,
to count the years between us like sheep.
have you ever wondered if maybe this is what helps us sleep?
they will point fingers at us,
whisper behind our backs
and nothing they can possibly say
will help me answer the question:
Nostalgia - it’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound.” It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.
Advertising is based on one thing: happiness. And do you know what happiness is? Happiness is the smell of a new car. It’s freedom from fear. It’s a billboard on the side of a road that screams with reassurance that whatever you’re doing is OK. You are OK.
In a very ridiculous way, I was thinking that I had control over when my baby was going to come… on Friday night he decided he wanted to start coming and he wanted to get there by Saturday, and so I texted Mike Shoemaker and Seth in the middle of the night and said, “I’m not going to make the show tomorrow.” From what I understand, it was really exciting because everyone had these fill-ins for my parts. Elisabeth Moss filled in for herself in a “Mad Men” sketch, and she met Fred Armisen that night, and a year later, on my son’s birthday, they were married. That was also the night where Seth had to do “Update” for the first time, and I held my newborn son in my arms as I watched Maya and Kenan sing a song to me and him. Seth tapped on the “Update” desk, which he does now pretty regularly out of a lovely habit, and I felt it was really one of those really incredibly moving moments where all these moments in my life were happening at the same time and I felt my heart crack open.
It was just love with a capital L all over there. Getting it, receiving it, feeling it, seeing this little person, my first son, and seeing the people I loved so much at my job. It felt very real to me and it is very real to me. I treasure the love and relationships that I have there and continue to have because of that job.
Amy Poehler, from the updated version of “Live From New York”.