her good looks have faded from all those parades

loneliness finds her own way
cos her skin is so soft
cutting my teeth on her shoulder
and cracking my knuckles while holding her hand

loneliness finds her own way
when the bridges are out
under construction forever
and changing her form she fits like my clothes
and trying to kiss her i bloody my nose

loneliness finds her own way
through parking lot cities with a coal miner's sense
i know our love is not worth it
as the thing to try to impress
as the thing to try to undress

loneliness finds her own way
for her i won't be afraid
and holding on to her picture
cos her good looks have faded from all those parades

it seems like every time i'm feeling confused about life, i turn to this song: clem snide's 'loneliness finds her own way'. in some ways, it's the most beautiful song i've ever heard. the fact that it comes off a relatively obscure album from a relatively obscure and defunct group aside, there is something about the song which just seems to speak to be directly.

it's an elusive song, and it's written to be that way. loneliness is personified, but in a fantastical way which almost defeats the purpose. the singer's attitude towards her is ambivalent: there isn't an overt hostility towards the feeling, nor a welcoming of it. at most, it is a quiet acceptance. there is something disarming about how it is portrayed. you'll have to hear it for yourself. i will gladly provide the mp3.

i will be the first to admit that there is nothing in particular about the lyrics which make sense to me. it's simply the way they work together with the music to create a certain mood that no other song seems to have even come close to achieving for me. perhaps one day i'll understand why.