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"Bluff/Blurry" (written by Kristin Hersh)
I called your bluff So come out I
called your bluff Now
you can't drown You crawl
up the street Soft and
crawling Lucky you, lucky
me Spinning, spun out Wet between your toes It's a harsh, hot wind And it blows Frosted over Web over your face Me boiling, you frozen in place Blurry, blurry, blurry Blurry
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CASH Music
TRIVIA: - This song has not yet been officially
released.
WORDS FROM KRISTIN: "If you watch your friends carefully, sometimes you'll notice their
features beginning to change; curling up into themselves, looking within rather than without. Hurt feelings or a distracting
life event may precede this - sleepy disappointment, confusion. Sometimes your friend will accomplish something really impressive
and then their features fall into themselves because the person feels finished. Or would like to before he or she gets boring
or fucks up again. This would never happen to, say, a seagull. Seagulls don't stop looking around with their shiny opaque
discs. God knows what they see. Everything, I guess. And bags of McDonalds. If a seagull stopped looking without, it'd starve
to death. We like to feel more complex than seagulls, though this allows for a host of icky ailments to take root. Anyway, snapping
your fingers in front of a friend's face could wake them up. "I'll snap you out of it!" you think and grab their face with
a Welcome to Earth grin. Show 'em something majestic, play 'em a big, fat song. Make 'em think you like 'em more than you
do 'cause you actually do as it turns out. I love when this works. I hate it when it doesn't. When it works, it's because
you were sharp enough to call their bluff; when it doesn't, your friend's face melts in your grasp and their blurry features
begin to resemble those of a blind cave fish. "Seagull's better," you murmur helplessly, as your friend slips away. Love, Kristin"
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