the_devil_at_night raze we tried to get through one of your songs. me and a cluster of sad-eyed strangers. i knew it better than anyone, but i didn't get the chance to prove it. the singer was a man who sat on his own, in a grey chair no one else got to touch. his body bloated. his mind a void, with nothing but the bland taste of blind gratitude to guide it. his voice wasn't anything special. what made the song come alive was the way we all fell in together on the first chorus. we prayed to the lord in the morning time, and we prayed to the devil at night. i sang what you used to sing, dancing down an octave in six notes. it all fell apart before it got any legs. no one could remember the rest of the lyrics. i kept what i couldn't forget to myself. i went home. tried to find your words. the ones i'd transcribed in script almost too messy to read. you were there then. you didn't say anything. you just smirked and haunted the room until being a ghost lost its appeal. i was alone like a stone in the new world. you sang about that too, didn't you? i didn't need to read those lines to feel their weight pressing down on me. i'm from somewhere like a baby, and from nowhere like a plant. give me all your love if you wanna. long sweet kisses, but you know i can't give them back 'cause i need my arms free to play my guitar. find it in your heart to forgive me. find it in your heart to believe. 221209 what's it to you? who go blather from