If You Don't Love Me...

This picture is meant to look "old"... don't know if it worked very well. You be the judge. It's not as "stained" as I had hoped, but screw it... I'm too tired and lazy to do any more.
Taken on the ferry ride to Powell River. Download for full view.

The title stolen from these lyrics. I thought they were beautiful. Go download the song or buy the CD... or something. The Decemberists are great and if you're disappointed, then I'm sorry. They make the most beautiful music I have ever heard, ever. It breaks my heart and sews it and breaks it again... and sews it in a cruel, beautiful patchwork cycle.

THE ENGINE DRIVER
The Decemberists

I'm an engine driver
on a long run,
on a long run.
Would I were beside her:
she's a long one,
such a long one.

And if you don't love me, let me go.
And if you don't love me, let me go.

I'm a county lineman
on the high line,
on the high line.
So will be my grandson:
there are powerlines
in our bloodlines.

And if you don't love me, let me go.
And if you don't love me, let me go.

And I am a writer,
writer of fictions,
I am the heart that you call home.
And I've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones,
my bones, my bones.

I'm a money-lender:
I have fortunes
upon fortunes.
Take my hand for tender.
I am tortured,
ever tortured.

And if you don't love me, let me go.
And if you don't love me, let me go.

And I am a writer,
writer of fictions,
I am the heart that you call home.
And I've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones.
I am writer,
I am all that you have hoped of.
And I've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones,
my bones, my bones.

And if you don't love me, let me go.
And if you don't love me, let me go.