Pool Sticks and Cigarette Burns

I hold my breath when I kiss you
Cause you taste like the morning after
and in your smile there’s a lie
that makes me wince when I hear your laughter
What did they do to you?
Where is your middle?
Where is your end?
What did they take from you?
Were you their lover?
or were you their friend?
Can’t sleep in your bed?

Confess all night my dear
I’ve been deaf since I shot my gun at the floor
Hold your chin up, girl
I wanted those eyes since you walked in the bar
Oh what a night for our lips to part
and speak
cause we’re too drunk to sleep

I can’t kiss you when you kiss me
cause I think of those morning afters
and in my mind, there’s a lie
that makes me think kissing doesn’t matter
What did they do to you?
Where is your middle?
Where is your end?
What did they take from you?
Were you their lover?
or were you their friend?
Did they sleep in your bed?
In your head?
in the end?

Confess all night my dear
I’ve been deaf since I shot my gun at the floor
Hold your chin up, girl
Oh I’ve wanted those eyes since you walked in the bar
I want to be light
oh I want to be warm
Oh I want to be light
oh I want to be warm
and sleep
cause we’re too drunk to dream

Advertisements

After You, Mr. Ghost

Go on and take on all our dreams
I’ll be on tour and you can’t leave
hold up the kids with just two strings
and try to breathe

We had alot when we were young
but we traded the water in for rum
married the pirates that sold us some
but we never thought of sails

Give the ghost
a little room for up
stop dragging in the guilt like a cat drags in the day
let’s give up
being the steady ones
the weight of love never gives way to holding up your end
don’t mention it
I don’t need a thing but you
we find its hard to
be someone we know
yet we never knew

I held your hand when we were friends
we sat in the shower to hide from him
peeked through the blinds every time when
a car drove by

We drive as far as we can think
before the signal gets too weak
a bird in a cage always sings
unless her baby’s crying

The Three Reincarnations of a Nameless Plastic (by SMITH)

War
Warn
Warning
I’m not such a dangerous thing (labeled)
I’m so sharp inside
Filling up with pride
a job indeed is a job well done
and that is all I’ve done
What do I create?
What do I decide?
The life I live is a life to keep
and sacrifice

I don’t want to die
The plastics in me
are telling legends of their other lives
Here I go to the fire
I can feel the needles in me
melt and dry
I want another life

Down, Down, Down
and Space
She’s pressing down
but I’m in the same place (cabeled)
I’m so shocked inside
spelling out my pride
a job indeed is a story spun and that is all I’ve done
What do I replace
what can I decide
The life I live is to cross her t’s
and dot her i’s

I don’t want to try
The circuits in me
are spinning legends of their other lives
Here I go, I won’t type
I can feel the words inside me
slow down and die
I want another life

Cold
Clean
Dizzy
from the chemicals
inside me (ferment)
I’m so old inside
temporary pride
a job indeed is a heartattack
and I can drink to that
What do I erase?
What can I decide?
The life I live is a life to please
and satisfy

I don’t want to dry
The spirits in me
are mourning the fields where they died
Here I go to the pile
I can feel the empty memory of what I was inside
And that’ll never die

Sharks in the Snow, I Will Meet My Lover Clean and other scribblings with “red” in them between

The sun is up and the snow is melting with it

It is shining while they are both falling slowly

they will both never stop collapsing

No matter the wonder of that concept

It is disconcerting and unnatural

It does not bring joy to know it will all be gone

after so short a time of innocence and purity

when it is so rare in the first place

the mud is black coming up through the white

Like blood in water

where there are no sharks circling in the snow yet

but I hear them when it is building

I see them in the speed of their descent

and I feel their mischief in my hand when I crush the snow together

biting my palms, until they bleed water, and they are white too

and I throw them at you.

STOP

Fluorescent lights next to the staircase outside

Look at them long enough, think about something sad and cry

don’t wipe the tears

the outline is a counterfeit rainbow

missing red

and so it is a lie

We can see where we’re going in the day enough without having to kill someone’s
belief in light.

STOP

Everything freezes

Then the actor breaks the fourth wall so he can explain to the audience

that this is the point when the hero finds out he is being lied to

but the hero is talking about himself

and someone lied to him about being deceived

when he finishes and turns and walks back to the stage

the situational and dramatic irony smash into the viewer like a wave of blood

a knife is in his back

no one involved knows where it came from

and we’re all better people for knowing it

and everyone was just reading their lines.

STOP

I hand you my keys, my wallet, my cellphone, my necklace, my knife,

I take out my headphones , take out my contacts, spit out my false teeth,

took off my tie, my shirt, my shoes, my pants, my socks, my underwear

and I took a cold shower, and brushed my teeth with gasoline and a wire brush

I spit out the blood on the ground

Red, clever smile

“Now you can love me.”

It’s Those Pants That Got Me + City and Colour Drops Pants with His Voice

Just as cute as Regina Spektor with a voice like Adele and moves like Bjork.
This girl is NOT just the girl who sings like Patsy Cline and Whitney Houston combined but brings the same aura to a mic.
I lean into the sound of her music the same way I did when I first heard Crazy.

For a moment though, turn your attention to her backup dudes who like they just stepped out of a time machine.
The 80’s called they want their hair and clothes back…just kidding, they are just as talented as her.
What’s a diva without her backup men?

City and Colour is a panty-dropper. That voice of his. MMM-MMMM.

Enhanced by Zemanta