Wednesday, 09 November 2011
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Ghost Gallery II
1. Your Body
2. Springtime in the House of the Dead
3. Your Body Expanded
4. I am
5. Sure Of It
6. Our Bodies Unspoken
7. The Furnace (Daydreaming In The Forest Cover)
8. A Bite In The Peach (Underground)
9. UnspeakYour Body
Your Body, your body spoke to me in the kitchen,
it happened for the first time then,
while you were rolling cigarettes on the table,
it happened. Your body, your body spoke to me,
I guess you can say it's something I need to deal with,
so I deal with it. Your muscles, I deal with their noises,
Your flesh and the bones that tent it,
Your flesh and the bones that tent it,
Your fingers along the table, rolling cigarettes,
rolling cigarettes and speaking to me.
Traced your body with my eyes the way a child
traces the contours of a strange new toy,
but you'll never be a dream to me,
my gathering of nightmares grows and grows.
Haunted by what I want to do.
Springtime in the House of the Dead
The carnival house that we pushed ourselves to enter seemed real scary at the time
All garish blue and yellow painted up just like a harlequinn
But I'll admit, at the time I was so terrified,
You took my hand and yet deep down my fears intensified,
But now it all feels foolish
I can't believe I jumped at every corner
at every crack a floor board made under our feet
It's funny how that works, it's so funny how it goes,
what had plagued my younger self now matters less than you'd be happy to know,
it's all old letters and old songs on the wind.
We trudged and trudged together. I knew your fear
but knew mine even more. You needed to pretend like you had
built this place and knew just where the exit was,
writing songs about husband and wife,
about a future we couldn't know.
Did you really think that we could make it out alive?
We made it out, it's true, but we weren't side by side.
Letters from old lovers are just tickles in your side and in your stomach,
nothing more.
It's funny how it works, it's so funny how it goes,
all the pain we felt in vain now matters less than you'd be happy to know,
it's all old letters and old songs on the wind.
Did you think you'd stand back decades later and laugh about it all?
What a fright we gave ourselves in that spooky house with the creeking floors,
look how petty it all seems from far away, I was devastated.
And old songs never truly die.
Your Body ExpandedDo onions still make you cry?
Do you still breathe soft and deep, if you sleep?
Do you still take honey in your coffee
In the morning on the terrace near the maple tree?
It never really ended. It only expanded.
If you look close you’ll see,
My days are getting brighter.
And if I close my eyes and look out side
I know I’ll see you everywhere
And if I close my eyes and look out side
I know I’ll see you everywhere
Now you’re slumber
Now you’re sunshine in the evening
Your body expanded
But you’re still small enough to fit inside my coffee cup
And if I close my eyes and look out side
I know I’ll see you everywhere
And if I close my eyes and look out side
I know I’ll see you
I am
The woman came from the ground, with longing,
and said, " I am, I am."
out of the cradle of ground there came a sound,
She sings, "I am, I am."
I am, I am,
gripping at your hand
so we both don't fall
so please stay close to me now,
I once was lost, but now I am found,
sprouting fire all around,
a pheonix in your arms.
the man sits on the mountain peek
he conjures the rain
he watches the people
he guards his heart
he struggles against the cruelty
of their open arms
and faints into the cold waves of the stream
I am, I am,
gripping at your hand
so we don't both fall
so please stay close to me now,
I once was lost, but now I am found,
sprouting fire all around,
a pheonix in your arms.
she sleeps, each breath a declaration,
every gust a consecration
sacred and profane
her hands were made to cup your ashes
and pray for your soul
as time takes its toll
I am, I am,
gripping at your hand
so we don't both fall
so please stay close to me
I once was lost, but now I am found,
sprouting fire all around,
a pheonix in your arms.Sure Of It
I will always love you a little bit
As you ride the train to work
And I drink my coffee all alone
I am sure of it
I will always love you a little bit
I will always love you a little bit
As we go our separate ways
As we live together in memories
I am sure of it
I will always love you a little bit
I will always love you a little bit
The way you said
“your voice is in my head”
The way I devour the shapes
Your words make across my eyes,
I am sure of it
I will always love you a little bit
I will always love you a little bit
How you send me three word emails
And I imagine what you really want to say
I am sure of it
I will always love you a little bit
I will always love you a little bit
When you ordered me a beer
And we drank together in darkness
And I didn’t want to go home
I am sure of it
I will always love you a little bit
I will always love you a little bit
Because we’re never out of touch
You’re always within reach
I am sure of it
I will always love you a little bit
Our Bodies UnspokenSometimes
Our mistakes say
More than we thought we meant.
When cool becomes cruel
And sacred becomes scared
We wish to speak
Our stillborn words
Every time I meet you
I speak with the dead:
Dead words carved on
The back of the cellar door,
Dead leaves waiting
To be buried by snow,
Dead voices I never knew;
You bring them to me
When we unspeak
To each other in dreams.
An open mouth can be
Mother of delights and demons,
Fingers can birth miracles
And monsters
An open mouth can be
Mother of delights and demons,
Fingers can birth miracles
And monsters
A Bite In The Peach (Underground)You’re a liar
there’s no hope
it’s been a while
since we shared anything at all
somewhere up high
somewhere underground
you’re traveling
outside your shell
I’m pinned down
pinned down
there’s a bite in the peach
where the pit has escaped
somewhere up high
somewhere underground
You’re a liar
You told me lies about
Astral projection
And how we’d find ourselves again one day
More whole than before
UnspeakDon’t look for secrets
In the packages I send
Nothing’s there
There’s no word scrawled in black ink
On that black title page
This is the end
The body’s all bled out into the street
The memory’s all breathed out into the air
Waiting to die
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