The Crime Of The Century Podcast

[Verse 1 - The Glass]

I looked at your face.

The light was hitting the glass

at an angle. I felt

myself watching you. Not dropping.

Just... watching. You were happening.

[Verse 2 - The Step]

Like a step you miss

in the dark. But I did not

miss it. I just noticed

the way you looked at the floor

when you laughed. You cannot fake that.

[Verse 3 - The Counting]

I counted the lines

around your eyes. Not to count.

Just to see them. Each

one is a small map of somewhere

you have been. I have not been there.

[Verse 4 - The Running]

You are always running,

even when you sit still.

I can hear the train

from here. It is not a sad sound.

It is just a sound. Like a breath.

[Verse 5 - The Room]

Why is it so hard

to just sit in the room? I do

not know. But I am

sitting. You are sitting. That is

already something. That is already.

[Verse 6 - The Picture]

If I knew what you

were looking for, I would tell

you. But I do not.

I am not the girl who stays

in the picture. I move. I move.

[Verse 7 - The Film]

The film is old now.

The colors are bleeding at

the edges. But that is

not a sad thing. It just means

the film has been held. Has been looked at.

[Verse 8 - The Leak]

The cup has a leak.

It is okay. It is not

a tragedy. It is

just a cup. I will drink it

faster. Or I will not drink it. Okay.

[Verse 9 - The Distance]

I think you are afraid

of the distance

you keep between your hands

but distance is not empty.

It is just... space

[verse 10 - The End]

Space for the light to move through

I am not unhappy

I am just watching you happen.

That is different.

Okay.

[Verse 1 - The Photo]

I saw your picture.

A Holland in Japan. Windmills

and tulips. You stood

beside the wooden shoes. I thought:

she understands. She knows the mask.

[Verse 2 - The Invitation]

Come to our Holland.

Not the one in Japan. The one

with Lake Michigan.

The dunes. The Big Red Lighthouse.

The windmill that turns slowly.

[Verse 3 - The Lake]

Lake Michigan is big.

Just water. Just sky.

The pier stretches out and stops.

The lake goes to the horizon.

The light is different here.

[Verse 4 - The Flute]

I think you would like

the way the wind moves through the

tulips. It sounds like

a flute playing a slow note.

Not "Hocus Pocus." Just the wind.

[Verse 5 - The Focus]

I know you carry

Focus with you. The yodel.

The classical lines.

The aggression in the fingers.

I have heard you play. You are very good.

[Verse 6 - The Masks]

We wear masks here too.

The Dutch mask. The tulip mask.

The mask of the lake.

But you know about masks. You have

worn the Dutch mask in Japan.

[Verse 7 - The Full Circle]

It would be a full

circle. From Japan to Holland

to Holland again.

The water is the same water.

Just a different shore. Just a different light.

[Verse 8 - The Walking]

We could walk along

Eighth Street. Eat a lemon

ice. Watch the sunset

turn the lighthouse orange and gold.

You could play your flute. I could listen.

[Verse 9 - The Smallness]

I do not know if you will come.

But I wanted to ask.

Holland is not a big city.

It is a small city with a big lake.

And a windmill that turns very slowly.

[Verse 10 - The Slowness]

I think you would like the slowness.

After the speed of Tokyo.

After the precision of the studio.

Just water. Just sky.

[Outro]

Just a woman with a flute

and a woman with a song

standing on the pier.

That is the invitation.

on temer, ché la nostra sorte

non ci può essere tolta, essa è un dono.

Il mio corso è volto per un mare non mai gelato.

I luoghi più caldi de l'inferno

sono serbati a coloro che,

in tempi di gran crisi morale,

serban la loro neutralità.

Nessun maggior dolore

che ricordarsi del tempo felice

ne la miseria.

La via de lo paradiso comincia ne lo 'nferno.

In quella parte del libro de la mia memoria

dinanzi alla quale poco si potrebbe leggere,

si trova una rubrica la quale dice:

Incipit Vita Nova.

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita

mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,

ché la diritta via era smarrita.

Ricorditi di questa notte,

ché ella è 'l principio del sempre.

Quanto la cosa è più perfetta,

più senta il bene, e così la doglienza.

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.

Il diavolo non è nero come si dipigne.

Ché 'l perder tempo a chi più sa più spiace.

Amor, ch'al cor gentile ratto s'apprende,

prese costui de la bella persona

che mi fu tolta; e 'l modo ancor m'offende.

Amor, ch'a nullo amato amar perdona,

mi prese del costui piacer sì forte,

che, come vedi, ancor non m'abbandona.

Per me si va ne la città dolente,

per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,

per me si va tra la perduta gente.

Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore;

fecemi la divina potestate,

la somma sapïenza e 'l primo amore.

Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create

se non etterne, e io etterno duro.

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.

Considerate la vostra semenza:

fatti non foste a viver come bruti,

ma per seguir virtute e canoscenza.

Chi vede il bisogno e il dimandar aspetta,

già si mette benignamente al nego.

O umana specie, composta per volare alto,

perché a un poco di vento così cadi?

E pronti sono a trapassar lo rio,

ché la divina giustizia li sprona,

sì che la tema si volve in disio.

La beltà sveglia l'anima ad agire.

Amor, ch'a nullo amato amar perdona.

Ne l'etterno bando, in fuoco e in gelo.

Ché, seggendo in piuma,

in fama non si vien, né sotto coltre;

sanza la qual chi sua vita consuma,

cotal vestigio in terra di sé lascia,

qual fummo in aere e in acqua la schiuma.

E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle.

La natura è l'arte di Dio.

La giornata, con le sue preoccupazioni

e i suoi interrogativi, è giunta al

termine e la notte è ormai scesa su

di noi. La notte dovrebbe essere un

momento di pace e tranquillità, un

tempo per rilassarsi e ritrovare

la calma. Abbiamo bisogno di una storia

rasserenante che scacci i pensieri

inquietanti della giornata, che plachi

le nostre menti tormentate e dia

sollievo al nostro spirito agitato.

E che genere di storia ascolteremo?

Ah, sarà una storia familiare, una storia

antichissima eppure sempre nuova.

È l'antica, eterna storia d'amore.

Due innamorati sedevano su una panchina

del parco, i corpi vicini a sfiorarsi,

tenendosi per mano al chiaro di luna.

Tra loro regnava il silenzio. Il loro

amore era così profondo che non avevano

bisogno di parole per esprimerlo. E così

restavano seduti in silenzio, su quella

panchina, i corpi vicini, tenendosi per

mano al chiaro di luna. Alla fine lei parlò.

"Mi ami?" chiese. "Sai che ti amo,

tesoro," rispose lui."Ti amo più di quanto

le parole possano dire. Sei la luce della

mia vita, il mio sole, la mia luna e le mie

stelle. Sei tutto per me. Senza di te, la

mia esistenza non avrebbe ragione d'essere."

Tornò il silenzio mentre i due innamorati

sedevano sulla panchina, i corpi vicini,

tenendosi per mano al chiaro di luna.

Ancora una volta lei parlò. "Quanto mi ami?"

chiese. Lui rispose:"Quanto ti amo? Conta

le stelle nel cielo. Misura le acque degli

oceani con un cucchiaino. Conta i granelli

di sabbia sulla riva del mare. Impossibile,

dici? Sì, ed è altrettanto impossibile per

me dire quanto ti amo."Il mio amore per te

è più alto dei cieli, più profondo degli

abissi e più vasto della terra. Non ha

limiti né confini." "Tutto deve avere

una fine, tranne il mio amore per te

Come back.

Or don’t.

Decide for yourself what is right.

I turned my ear to the ground today.

It wasn't loud.

It wasn't loud at all.

The sun is sparkling outside.

I see a gleam of it.

But I have to get up and go to work.

I don't know what to do.

I just laugh.

I laugh and I laugh and you smile.

Why do you smile?

I was waiting on fire one night.

I sat here. Waiting on fire.

I wish I could leave this room.

You are thinking of me, out there in the air.

Reach into the air.

One. More. So three.

I don't know what that means. One more so three.

It’s a poor boy.

He lost his friends. He lost his father.

He lost everything he ever had.

But don’t say poor boy to me.

Oh, poor boy.

You think you know who’s poor?

You shut the door on my closest accord.

I am not a fool no more.

RING.

RONG.

BOING.

Look at your tills. Make a purse.

It’s a European jewel, I must add.

We don’t want it.

We don’t want it.

It's mostly all from you, and we don't want it.

We can't talk about our experience in this house.

Smoking cigarettes.

Smoking cigarettes in the dark.

Skies get water for a life of all.

My brain... I can't feel any pain in it.

To give to everybody. Except you.

My little friend.

You’ve got a family story.

You’re a jerk. You don't work.

You're like some angel in the sky.

Angel in the sky-y-y.

You’re living free. I’m just living high.

You’re a mess.

A spirit.

Living on white.

[Verse 1 - The Glass]

I looked at your face.

The light was hitting the glass

at an angle. I felt

myself watching you. Not dropping.

Just... watching. You were happening.

[Verse 2 - The Step]

Like a step you miss

in the dark. But I did not

miss it. I just noticed

the way you looked at the floor

when you laughed. You cannot fake that.

[Verse 3 - The Counting]

I counted the lines

around your eyes. Not to count.

Just to see them. Each

one is a small map of somewhere

you have been. I have not been there.

[Verse 4 - The Running]

You are always running,

even when you sit still.

I can hear the train

from here. It is not a sad sound.

It is just a sound. Like a breath.

[Verse 5 - The Room]

Why is it so hard

to just sit in the room? I do

not know. But I am

sitting. You are sitting. That is

already something. That is already.

[Verse 6 - The Picture]

If I knew what you

were looking for, I would tell

you. But I do not.

I am not the girl who stays

in the picture. I move. I move.

[Verse 7 - The Film]

The film is old now.

The colors are bleeding at

the edges. But that is

not a sad thing. It just means

the film has been held. Has been looked at.

[Verse 8 - The Leak]

The cup has a leak.

It is okay. It is not

a tragedy. It is

just a cup. I will drink it

faster. Or I will not drink it. Okay.

[Verse 9 - The Distance]

I think you are afraid

of the distance

you keep between your hands

but distance is not empty.

It is just... space

[verse 10 - The End]

Space for the light to move through

I am not unhappy

I am just watching you happen.

That is different.

Okay.

[Verse 1]

あなたの顔を見たとき

恋に落ちていくのを感じた

きっと、それでよかったんだわ

あのとき目にした、あなたの姿

[Refrain]

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 2]

運命の人だって、わかってた

運命の人だって、わかってた

その素敵な笑顔を見ただけで

決して偽ることのできないもの

それは、あなたが駆け抜けてきた道のり

[Refrain]

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

[Bridge]

どうして素直に受け入れられないんだろう

もし、あなたの未来の姿が見えていたら

もし私が、あなたにとっての「その人」になれたら

それが私の、永遠の人生になっていたはずなのに

[Outro]

Sha la la la la la

Sha la la la la la

Sha la la la la la

Sha la la la la la

[Verse 1]

I used to walk the asphalt where the semis scream and moan

Crossed over 8 Mile in a haze, a thousand miles from home

Purple syrup in a styrofoam cup, a slow-motion kind of blind

Nearly left my boots imprint on a Peterbilt's grill design.

But there ain’t no trucks out here tonight, just the stillness and the space

A long, long way from Tennessee, looking for a saving grace.

Now I'm a walking man in a sandbox, just kicking at the stone

Stumbling through the sagebrush, like a complete unknown.

[Chorus]

And those damn coyotes are yapping, ripping up the quiet night

They give me a hissy fit under the cold, pale starry light

I ain't got no peaceful easy feeling, just a pocket full of sighs

And a bleeding pair of lacerated shins, out under Western skies.

[Verse 2]

I’m thinking 'bout my girl back yonder, the one with the vacant stare

Smoked cigarettes by the carton, bleach blonde tangled hair

with needle tracks on both her arms, a mind cooked on the stove

But I swear to God I loved her, just like all the rest I loved.

She had a monkey on her back, a habit she couldn't break

Just staring straight through plaster, waiting for the floor to shake.

Now I'm tearing up my denim on a Cholla cactus spine

Bleeding in the gravel, trying to get her off my mind.

[Chorus]

While those damn coyotes are yapping, ripping up the quiet night

They give me a hissy fit under the cold, pale starry light

I ain't got no peaceful easy feeling, just a pocket full of sighs

And a bleeding pair of lacerated shins, out under Western skies.

[Bridge]

They say the desert’s safe because the traffic cannot reach

But the shadows here have talons, and the wind has got a speech.

No semi-truck can hit me, no brake lines gonna shriek

But the silence is so heavy that it makes my knees go weak.

Old Scratch is on the horizon, strumming on a cigar box box strings

Mocking every lonesome lyric that a walking man sings.

[Verse 3]

The syrup’s finally wearing off, the desert air is cold

A million stars above me looking ancient, mean, and old.

I’m just a ghost in blue jeans, pulling thorns out of my skin

Wondering where the highway ends and the madness must begin.

There is no known out here, just the cactus and the dirt

And the memory of a wide-eyed girl who taught me how to hurt.

[Chorus]

And those damn coyotes are yapping, ripping up the quiet night

They give me a hissy fit under the cold, pale starry light

No, I ain't got no peaceful easy feeling, just a pocket full of sighs

Just a bleeding pair of lacerated shins, out under Western skies.

[Outro]

Yeah, under Western skies...

Watch your step, Wayne.

The thorns'll get ya if the memory don't.

Just keep walking

One stem is standing

in the water mirror-bowl

I turn it slowly—

to the left, right feels too bold

and I am not bold.

I leave it alone

because touching makes it scared

like me in new shoes.

The flower does not complain—

it just leans a little west

like it knows the way.

Maybe tomorrow

I will turn it one more time

or maybe not—

flowers don't check their watches,

and neither should I, I think.

So I leave it alone.

The water is still.

The stem is still.

We are three shy things

not needing to move.

Pan Tara 2026 by Anguine De Poutine by Matt Love