The Gloria Record - A Lull in Traffic

A LULL IN TRAFFIC. Just lonely, baby--doesn't mean I'm looking for a friend. I've got plenty, I'm still learning how to lay down my life for them. Don't want to find yourself alone at thirty-five, spending half what you make on your car (and hating that drive). Just crazy, maybe--doesn't mean I'm looking for a cure. I've got stability that scares you, 'cause it's hard to believe when you're so sure. No matter how different you are, you're just like everybody else. No matter how hard you try and fit in, there is no one like you. You will find you spend a good deal of your life, sitting at red lights.

THE ARCTIC CAT. Elisabeth, if you get old, may you never know the terror of these nights. In all of the uncertainties, well certainly you will be loved, and lifted up--and never let to want of anything at all. Elisabeth, when you get home, they will read to you from books about your friend Madeline. In all of the uncertainties, well certainly you will be loved, and lifted up--and never let to want of anything at all. Don't think you're safe, that cat is coming back again someday (to have his way with all of us)-- I'm afraid he does not make friends so easily. But you can sleep tonight, and dream about the rest of your life...

TIRED AND UNINSPIRED. I shouldn't be hard to find...I'll be the one with my big mouth moving; my big words, saying nothing. I hope you know it's not my father's fault I'm such a bore, and so afraid of everything. I'm keeping inside; living in my mind; hoping that the telephone don't ring-- with, "It's all right... pain is universal, baby"--and worrying about what I'm going to sing. I'm staying in, and saving up my energy. I know my day is coming. And when I find it, I will rewind it (and play it over again a hundred times). And when I hear it, I will not fear it-- I will say it back again, and say, "I'm fine." ("Relief!..." "Relief!...") "I'm fine."

MISERERE. A disconcerting way to wake: to find everything in place--the world goes on without my faith in anything--to have to drag myself from bed, pull a sweater over my head (somehow find a way to brave the sun again). And all of this just as I was beginning to have the most amazing dream. They rolled the stones away and let everyone come right in and say hello to me. They picked me up and held me there and smiled at my crumpled wings. And all of this just as I was beginning to have the most amazing dream. And when you go to sleep at night, don't you ever feel the weight of all the things that make you happy; that float around you, pull you down? And don't you ever want to stand up on the waves and run?

A BYE. Sing me to sleep underneath a blanket of stars tonight, where all my hopes and fears look childish in the light.

I'm just so listening to them........this was the CD that we played during our emo drive last year.....just something to remember about.......

night