Its four in the morning, the end of december
Im writing you now just to see if youre better
New york is cold, but I like where Im living
Theres music on clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that youre building your little house deep in the desert
Youre living for nothing now, I hope youre keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
Youd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without lili marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobodys wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see janes awake --

She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
Im glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

-- sincerely, l. cohen

Om står jo bag det bedste album i det nye millenium: "Variations on a theme". men det er jo også Al Cisneros og Chris Hakius fra Sleep. jeg synes Om er bedre end Sleep. nu valgte jeg bare Jerusalem fordi det skulle være doperelateret.

Går ud fra at du mener narko come-down?

Den ultimative narko come-down sang er ihvertfald uden tvivl Tierra Azul med Vibrasphere!

Hørte den en morgen på repeat, flere timer itræk imens vi konstant sugede af en kæmpe bag med dejligt skunk i, efter methylon og en lille dosis svampe. Uforglemmeligt!

I fucked your girlfriend last night.
While you snored and drooled, I fucked your love.
She called me daddy. and I called her baby when i
Smacked her ass. I called her sugar when I ate
Her alive till daylight. and I slept with her all
Over me, from forehead to ribcage I dripper her ass.
Sometimes I thought you might be spying, living out some
Brash fantasy, but no. you were knocked out. but we were
All knocked out you know. in a way
I serve too many masters.
We didnt know youd break the bottle that the magic
Came in to use those jagged shards to slit our wrists
And neck. and youd do it too, youre that kind of dude.
But you wouldnt know what you were doing because
I didnt, your girlfriend could have been a burn
Victim, an amputee, a dead body. but God damn I wanted
To fuck.
Im serving too many fucking masters.
[i told you. I told you motherfucker]

Johnny Cash's version af NiN's Hurt (Trent Reznor har selv udtalt at han syns at Cash's version er bedre end hans egen)

Ja, men han tager fejl

De er begge gode, men jeg synes nu Trent-drengens har mere kant. Johnny har et helt liv i stemmen, og den er rørende på den dér gammel-mand-der-snart-dør-agtige måde, men jeg synes sangen passer bedst til Trent.