Borrowed Book

Winchester #9 The "borrowed book" in this song and video refers to the graphic novel, EPILEPTIC by David B, which my friend Eric lent me and suggested I read. I thought it was moving and beautifully drawn, and somehow it slowly wound its way into this song. The images that appear in the chorus are from the Pantheon edition (2005). All other images are by me. Lyrics below: Borrowed Book All encased in condensation, a robe of fog Fallen faces on the train on my way up north So, we just let it go Calling stations, I'll be waiting alone. All unbathed and all unbraided Calling out from the place I made for it Not to say I can say I know where it's coming from or going, but So, leave this alone All unlabled so that no one will know And so now: here is death and the devil and a cat in a suit gathered 'round And they prowl in the park in the dark and they sing and they speak with no sound But it's loud And I cover my eyes and my ears but I can't drown it out... And this is the window, no bigger than a thimble that lets in the raincloud to wind through the windmill and these are the words and the terms to puzzle it out So no one's in doubt That this is the candle that burns on the mantle for love And so now: here is death and the devil and a cat in suit gathered 'round And they prowl off the page to my brain because I know what it is to feel rage, and feel proud of the things that remain, they drive you insane and pull you down but allow for the kind of release from those terrible things that you render in ink and the demonous snake will let go.