I lost faith in my magic powers
in that moment the second tower fell
I won't be bending spoons
anytime soon.
I lost track of my shadow
when my flying memories
turned to photo dust on me
I let the colors escape
escape
You are a child of the Universe,
no less than the trees and the stars.
you have a right to be here,
and whether or not it is clear to you,
the Universe is surely unfading as it should.
(forgotten or yet unwritten?)
I'm all out of apologetic looks
I am full of the broken glass of shame
Seems you've got your very own
Big Dig
A void of light, no end.
(shh)
You are a child of the Universe
No less than the trees and the stars.
You have a right to be here
and whether or not it is clear to you, the universe is surely unfolding as it should.
All I really know
All that I can say
Is I cried too many times today.
And all that I recall is all too good or bad to amount to anything at all more notable than "sad"
All that I believe is in some great unknown that's gonna come sweep me up into a cup and fly my ass back home
And I don't think that i will ever speak again
because before you know some jerk will come along
and call himself your friend
Oh, no.
and if there is a fire
it will be from me
cause i have turned 'to paper in heat and kerosene
and don't you call it Silence cause you were not around
when this tree was screaming
as she crashed towards the ground
and i think ive been through every song i know.
it hasnt helped me rise above
or get to sleep
there's nowhere else for me to go
and I said I'd only say one thing
But right now the best thing you can do is just
leave me here
let me be
Oh no. Hi lilly lilly lilly hi..lo.
The full moon in L.A. was low and bright-
moonshadows on ocean - strange portrait of midnight..
But Gucci at the gate called it 5am
I had had some crazy days.
The bathrooms were silent and spotless
a whistler was my serenade
the mirrors said suck it up,
don't cry till you're home
cause tears will make sun on skin fade
around reg glassy eyes, a pink puffy nose,
dead lillies 'round old ladies' necks..
the post cards that I didn't write -
Reboarded the plane at 8:30
the nine year old boy starts to sob
The guy here between us is not his dad
And he's trying to be brave
And Im trying to be brave
I've got the window seat-
wait till you're home
I've got the window seat...
We fail
as we leave
the gate
Countdown till Cleveland,
four more hours...
I had had some crazy days.
Two silver lines running through the snow
that is how I am getting home
I do not understand how iron boeings fly
I do not understand but you see still I ride
Do not dispair your daily mysteries
Embrace these ghosts for we survive by these
Under the microscope, expedite the stars
every answer leaves a question mark
Oh weather, take me
when I don't have the time to sing the song that does not rhyme
To leave my head and separate from time
to sing the song that has no rhyme
Two sides of one conversation
fighting just to keep ourselves alone
Two faces on the same man
God know why, but you know I love them both
Two trains broken down at the station
bound by gravity to 2 separate tracks
Four hands, one love is slipping through them
with the voice of the time singing through the cracks
I will hold on to myself and take only what is good for me
and if it isn't here I have to let you be.
Two kids cramped inside a tiny room
both of them needing all of the air
polaroids taken at daybreak
blue to grey to white only one of us was there
Tiny tornadoes
ripping through my mind
you said your heart is tired
yeah well now so is mine.
Someday, you'll say what I've been saying
Today I just wasted my breath
tonight I'll give up on waiting
tomorrow i will wish you all the best
I will comfort myself
and long for only what I carry
and if it aint worth it to you then i will gladly let you be.
Two strangers stranded at the station
fighting habit light gravity
I've memorized this harmful conversation
if you're not gonna come, I've gotta let you be...
If you're not gonna come then won't you let me be...
Baby you're just like home to me
I am sleepless and sick with misery
Full of fear and all alone
Baby you're just like home to me
I like the sun, I love the warm
i like affection
I'm like a cat like that
But there's no pattern there -
there's no worn groove
once i'm there i just don't know what to do
i am good at this i can read the blood and piss poetry
i can cry it like a lullaby
I can wrap the cold around me
like a dance I was born to do
and for the long ride home I've got to thank you -
thank you
Baby you're just like Home to me..
well your parents house had a stairwell where you never had to hide
so how did you learn these games?
Me and my mamma used to play..
You are so good at the drive away
and I am still queen of the window pain
there is the pain of banging my head on these beloved walls
there is the pain of the denial anything was ever wrong at all
but at 25 I grew up - or maybe I just broke
but let me tell you boy...
let me tell you baby -
there aint nothing like the pain of leaving home
i'm leaving
i'm leaving
home
about
Live one-takes recorded in my bedroom or yard in Somerville on an mp3 recorder, at a friend's request to hear original stuff. Many moons ago.
