I FOUND IT. I can’t believe I fuck­ing found it. By the slimmest chance, I was able to search on the skimp­i­est lyrics (I could bare­ly under­stand any­thing, the record­ing was so bad, so I went on “in all my dreams, I nev­er thought I’d see”) and found a ref­er­ence to it on a Portishead site. The thread had the title, Anger Management. A search for that end­ed up with an album by Nathaniel Merriweather called Lovage. It turns out that Nathaniel Merriweather is an alias for Dan the Automator, and the song on the album is called Anger Management. I was final­ly able to down­load an excel­lent qual­i­ty record­ing of the song. I guess I should sup­port the artist. I haven’t enjoyed a song this much since Dance of Eterniy by Dream Theater, which was in fuck­ing first year. It feels like this is my new song, an under­score track to my next phase. I’m proud of myself for find­ing such a rare song, and it’s even rar­er that I’m proud of myself.

Lyrics:

my inner demons com­pel me to be here
your cheeks are flush like rose petals
you’re con­sumed with rage but i’m con­sumed with you
our eyes inter­twine through the haze
intox­i­cat­ed by your blood­shot stare
in all of my dreams i nev­er thought i’d see
a face that could launch a thou­sand ships
and the music was like wind in your hair
the moon­light caressed your sil­hou­ette
the kiss of ocean mist is in the air
why must god pun­ish me this way
lay down my hand, the next move is yours
as you undress me with your frozen eyes
in all of my dreams i nev­er thought i’d see
an end­less love to share my blue lagoon
and the music was like wind in your hair
the moon­light caressed your sil­hou­ette
the kiss of ocean mist is in the air
why must god pun­ish me this way
hap­i­ness is hard to come by
but i’ve had my fair share
the satin sheets, the lemon peels
the minor keys, the major pills
we’ve climbed the moun­tain, saw the top
and plant­ed the apple seed
and can’t you see we could’ve had it all
and the music was like wind in your hair
the moon­light caressed your sil­hou­ette
the kiss of ocean mist is in the air
why must god pun­ish me this way
and the music was like wind in your hair
the moon­light caressed your sil­hou­ette
the kiss of ocean mist is in the air
why must god pun­ish me this way
why must god pun­ish me this way
this way, this way