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The Calendar Hung Itself
Bright Eyes
The Calendar Hung Itself

Bright Eyes- The Calendar Hung Itself

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
And does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you, incessantly, from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you?
Oh, does he know that place below your neck that’s your favourite to be touched?
And does he cry through broken sentences like “I love you far too much”?
Does he lay awake listening to your breath
Worried you smoke too many cigarettes?
—  The Calendar Hung Itself (Bright Eyes)

Day 5: A song you listen to when you’re angry.


Of course, The Calendar Hung Itself.  It’s one of the overtly angry-sounding songs.  One of the things I love about Bright Eyes is that it doesn’t always sound the way you would think the song’s content means.  I just discovered “Fevers and Mirrors” this past summer and I fell violently in love with the intense album. 

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly
from the place between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school
with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps
to pretend he walks with you?
Does he know that place below your neck
that is your favorite to be touched?
And does he cry through broken sentences
like "I love you far too much"?

Does he lay awake listening to your breath?  
Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes?
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?  
For every speck of tile there are a thousand
more That you won't ever see But must hold inside yourself eternally I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death In every city, memories would whisper "Here is where you rest" I was determined in Chicago But I dug my teeth into my knees And I settled for a telephone Sang into your machine "You are my sunshine, My only sunshine. You are my sunshine My only sunshine" I kissed a girl with a broken jaw That her father gave to her She had eyes bright enough to burn me They reminded me of yours And in a story told she was a little girl In a red-rouge, sun-bruised field And there were rows of ripe tomatoes Where a secret was concealed And it rose like thunder Clapped under our hands And it stretched for centuries To a diary entry's end where I wrote "You make me happy When the skies are gray You make me happy When skies are gray and gray and gray" Well the clock's heart it hangs
inside its open chest With hands stretched towards the
calendar hanging itself But I will not weep for those dying days For all the ones who've left
there are a few that stayed And they found me here
and pulled me from the grass Where I was laid
the calender hung itself
Bright Eyes

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall? 
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes,
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you?
Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched,
and does he cry through broken sentences that I love you far too much?