I don't know why, but Marble House by The Knife does me in every time. In an almost creepy sort of way. I guess I should explain -- I was listening to pseudopod and I happened to hear this very, very moving short story. It was about this young man and woman who lived inside this great, giant building. No one had been able to go outside in generations. The top floors were full of aristocratic people who believed themselves superior in every way to the dirt crawlers in the lower floors. The top floors pretended to be happy, while they hid their pain and ugliness, where the lower floors embraced their pain and horrors. The top floor used beauty to inflict pain, where the lower floors smeared their filth so there was nothing clean left.
They warred with each other, throwing bombs at each others' levels using the landings between floors. The man and woman had grandmothers who built a fragile friendship, and they continued it.
It was a beautiful, haunting, disturbing short story.
Marble House fits it perfectly. So perfectly it gives me chills.
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I cut your nails and comb your hair
I carry you down the stairs
I wanted to see right through from the other side
I wanted to walk a trail with no end in sight
The moment we believe that we have never met
Another kind of love it's easy to forget
When we are all alone then we do both agree
We have a thing in common this was meant to be
You close my eyes and soothe my ears
You heal my wounds and dry my tears
On the inside of this marble house I grow
And the seeds I sow will grow up prisoners too
The moment we believe that we have never met
Another kind of love it's easy to forget
When we are all alone then we do both agree
We have a thing in common this was meant to be
Now where's your shoulder
What is it's name
What's your scent
Say it again
If it goes faster can you still follow me
It must be safe when it's on TV
I raise my hands to heaven of curiosity
I don't know what to ask for
What has it got for me?
The others say we're hiding
It's as forward as can be
Some things I do for money
Some things I do for free
They warred with each other, throwing bombs at each others' levels using the landings between floors. The man and woman had grandmothers who built a fragile friendship, and they continued it.
It was a beautiful, haunting, disturbing short story.
Marble House fits it perfectly. So perfectly it gives me chills.
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I cut your nails and comb your hair
I carry you down the stairs
I wanted to see right through from the other side
I wanted to walk a trail with no end in sight
The moment we believe that we have never met
Another kind of love it's easy to forget
When we are all alone then we do both agree
We have a thing in common this was meant to be
You close my eyes and soothe my ears
You heal my wounds and dry my tears
On the inside of this marble house I grow
And the seeds I sow will grow up prisoners too
The moment we believe that we have never met
Another kind of love it's easy to forget
When we are all alone then we do both agree
We have a thing in common this was meant to be
Now where's your shoulder
What is it's name
What's your scent
Say it again
If it goes faster can you still follow me
It must be safe when it's on TV
I raise my hands to heaven of curiosity
I don't know what to ask for
What has it got for me?
The others say we're hiding
It's as forward as can be
Some things I do for money
Some things I do for free
