Lost Treasure
Joy Division – 1980
I was first introduced to Joy Division long after they become New Order, but was hooked with the first electric sounds of Regret from New Republic in 1993.
I would only learn later of the DNA Joy Division injected into the new iteration of the band.
After a friend recommend the biopic ‘Control’, the whole tapestry made sense.
Won’t Curtis be surprised to see the legs his music has grown.
Love Will Tear Us Apart
When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold?
You've turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect runs so dry
Yet there's still this appeal
That we've kept through our lives
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
You cry out in your sleep
All my failings exposed
And there's a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Just that something so good just can't function no more
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Unentered
He didn’t have a name
For the invisible garden
That pulsed and pulled
And breathed restraint
They orbited like stars
with forgotten names
Seen through the
World’s glassy eye
While storms hummed
In their hearts
Wondering of it was
Dream or if it was real
Fragments of whispered
Words and glances held in secret
The echo of voices from
Rooms never entered
Two worlds collided
And long ago answered
But invisible voices have
Replaced indelible passion
The cruelest hunger
Is love denied, passion stayed
Living with responsibility
And knowing consequence
Loves ending in ruin
Though ruined already
Long before they met
They hoped for radiance anyway
To make the ache holy
And a best life better
How could this be love
If it rents lives asunder
Not from hate
But from the weight of guilt
In the realization of how
Beautiful they were together
When the tearing comes —
And ends in silence and
closed doors —
They knew there was love
In the secret,
sacred parts of them
And that
would have to be enough.
Thank you Ian.
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