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Christmas Day 1968, 35 Glendare House, Barton Hill, Bristol

04-02-2009 · Comments (11)
Category: Film  

I'm away for a short time, but, I'll be back. There are some images going up whilst I'm gone so I hope that you enjoy those. If you leave comments don't worry if they don't appear straight away as I have moderation turned on, due to a stack of spam I have received in recent weeks. I will release your comment just as soon as I am able to get to a computer, I promise. I'd prefer it if there were no squabbling whilst I'm gone, but, if there are any girl fights can you take pictures for me, girl fights never disappoint. Of course, I will be taking photographs - hell, what other reason would I be away?

Long about an hour before sunrise
she drags his body down to the edge of the swollen river
wrapped in a red velvet curtain stolen from the movie theatre where she works.

Quiet as a whisper, under the stanchions of a washed-out bridge she cuts him loose
and watches as the flood waters spin him around once, then carry him away.
Then she removes the golden ring upon her finger...and she throws it in.
And I wonder; Baby why don't you cry? Baby why don't you... Baby why don't you cry?
Three days later in a bar in southern Mississippi she meets a man by the name of Charles Lee.
She introduces herself to him as "Lee Charles" "What a coincidence." he says...
and one week later they are married. He wakes up one night six months down the line to find her...
staring at him in the oddest way. When he says, "Honey, what's wrong?" she says,
"Oh nothing dear...except that tears are a stupid trick of God."

And by the time they find his body six weeks later... Well hell, she's a thousand miles away.
And I wonder; Baby why don't you cry? Baby why don't you... Baby why don't you cry?
She runs from devils. She runs from angels. She runs from the ghost of her father and five different uncles.
Blinded by their memory, seared by their pain, she'd like to kill 'em all...then kill 'em all again.
She don't think much about what she's done or the funny feelings that she feels. No, she don't.
To her it's just a condition she picked up as a child... a little thing she calls,
"the wound that never heals", she calls it, "the wound that never heals"
And I wonder; Baby why don't you cry? Baby why don't you...Baby why don't you cry?

Listening to: "The Wound That Never Heals" (No Such Place) - Jim White

Stefan Loeliger

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