November 7, 2009 • 10:39 pm
all the boys and all the girls just want one thing, it’s love
it’s been a little while since we’ve been running with your drugs
i’ll take you back in time to 1999 tonight
when i was ready to be yours and lose these sordid lights
but if you come around here
you’ll see you don’t mean anything at all to me
but you’ve been making it harder to go any farther
you choke and you bleed
all the boys and all the girls just want one thing, it’s love
all the air and all the blood won’t stop me packing up
i’ll take you back to when we said we’d only have ourselves
but it seems now every heaven of mine is your hell
so if you come around here
you’ll see you don’t mean anything at all to me
but you’ve been making it harder to go any farther
you choke and you bleed
Filed under: Pieces , your heart
i want to be where the birds sing
and we all can sing along
i want to be where the birds sing
such a joyful, sunny song
by the trees and the fresh spring
o, that’s where we belong
i want to be where the birds sing so high
the trees will sing with us
as we climb them branch by branch
i want to be where the birds sing
and we all can sing along
i want to be where the birds sing
such a joyful, sunny song
by the trees and the fresh spring
o, that’s where we belong
i want to be where the birds sing so high
the wind will sing with us
as we run and jump and dance
i want to be where the birds sing
and we all can sing along
i want to be where the birds sing
such a joyful, sunny song
by the trees and the fresh spring
o, that’s where we belong
i want to be where the birds sing so high
Filed under: Pieces , little bird
if i were an axe, i wouldn’t cut down trees
but i might accidentally hit your knees
G formation on Bb and A
Filed under: Pieces , your heart
climate change aside, you’re the worst thing that ever happened to me
Cmaj7 D Em Fmaj7+9 Am7 Em Fmaj7+9
Filed under: Pieces , winter, your heart
November 4, 2009 • 3:53 pm
you are saving pennies and play things and maybe your soul
but it’s amazing how you’re racing through that pot of gold
bills a fistful, your thinking wishful, with desperation’s grip
feeling wistful with your final gristle, you shoot from the hip
you can’t learn that from a book
you gotta cut it out
i am tracing heart shapes on paper to realize
free embraces on coupon faces between the dotted lines
this redemption is a snap
Filed under: Pieces , your heart
November 2, 2009 • 7:08 pm
triangle, circle and square
play record stop
Filed under: Bits
October 30, 2009 • 8:23 pm
the last bud to bloom is still hanging on
o lord, it is the time
to peel the ripened vines
and raise sweetness in the wine
it comes
it comes – an autumn day
the last bud to bloom is still hanging on
and now my heart is sore
the last bud to bloom is still hanging on
to find her sitting stray
the last bud to bloom is still hanging on
upon a granary floor
o
o lord, are you within
the chill that takes my skin
the cold whisper of the wind
it comes
the last bud to bloom is still hanging on
Filed under: Pieces , autumn, your heart
October 29, 2009 • 3:07 am
rain down your mercy and your law
i am aspersion, i am flaw
don’t sate me, cremate me, oh oh oh
until i’m whiter than these walls
we turned around, we turned to ashes
we turned around, we turned to dust
put out the fire with your eyes
take it with sodium chloride
on the real real real real real real real real real real real
i need you
Filed under: Pieces
October 26, 2009 • 3:52 am
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the river bends ’til it snaps
we bathe in a pool of lost gems who gleam
nails made of soap gush forth and they float upstream
the wind and the waves never sinned
a wound when we wave goodbye, the beach brimmed
cold by the knoll where the tallest reeds hold all misdeeds
snide remarks to renouncing the paulist creeds
to the crazed appetites who demolish seeds
the glossy magazines leave it glazed
shine in the rhyme of the tip of the glacier but not the sea
i dine with the jackdaws
wasn’t slackjawed ’til I let god at my face with a hacksaw
i won’t back off, the foot’s down when it’s not on tastebuds
to cook sound murderless
pound for pound, i’m moving from the turbulence
the crown truth, no grandsons or stepdaughters
when the devil drowns you, it won’t be in fresh water
what’s on it, smoke that i’m dope as
cool as topaz, venus fly, you can’t get unstuck
sunstruck your dumb luck with nunchucks
through an inky lens diligence descends
latter day faberge accolades soft-boiled blend
lackluster colony believe
i watched the deadbolts blossom into trees
coalesce sophistry, motionless poetry
imprisoned by openness supposedly
a wisp of smoke (3)whispered to (4)end this extreme friendship’s
journey to drag (4)velvet vengeance through every last (3)hellbent vestige
the message was how he gave (3)life through a (4)beverage
the book i started to write bored me
snippets of scenes, i felt inspired but i had no story
put it together like a poem
class notes and glass boat bottoms through which the deep was shown
i had love in my life back then, i had love
but traded the hand soap for two black gloves
plant hope in romance but don’t dance the waltz
i’m less a grown man than an old can of faults
worms, the entrails squirm
turned them into fresh soil when i could discern right from left
i put a pattern on the grid with live on
forget the polynesian and the neon nylons
i spray in ace color like i’m high on krylon
and play my song with my eyes on zion
kick low, spin poems, sick flow
sift those hits clear out the windows
open every door in the palace
the crowd is getting ready for that silver chalice
Filed under: Pieces
October 22, 2009 • 6:00 pm
we didn’t make it
we didn’t make it home
(Am D/F# Bb7 Am+9 Dm F9 C G)
i feel the whole world shaking, ah!
Filed under: Pieces
