- After the Movies
- These sad songs won't change anything
- Love as fragile as a wine glass, / It should have been forever. / Love as fragile as a wine glass, / It couldn't last forever.
- I remember how we kissed, one night as forever.
- Downhill Racers
- These shins are cracked and splintered, these lips are crusted shut, these squinting eyes just sting me, these veins are drying up.
- This is the tic in the heart. This is the beating of the clock. This is an absent blot clot. These are the seconds that I've lost.
- Ceilings Crack
- Passed out in your yard. My clothes were soaking in the morning rain.
- My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn. / -And the morning dew kissed them.-
- Scribbling plans on napkins: / a sketch of broken angel wings under your bed (my bandages).
- The Dirt of the Vineyard
- Our clogged hearts are choking on the grime.
- Target Group
- I guess we're not immune . . . look at our same plain face.
- And they're restless in standstill, but they don't know where to go. They don't know.
- (I wish I could disappear my unwhole self away from here) . . . Now.
- And if I never leave this hole, make sure you bury me here with all my dead friends.
- Eight Light Minutes
- We could burn up so close. We could burn to our cores. / Burn to our cores.
- Vermont
- Staring up at stars from the backseat of a station wagon carving the night.
- My thoughts are trivial pursuits. My heart's a bomb that's been defused. What now?
- Thoughts just defeat me, numbness is effortless - I could get used to this.
- overwhelmed by the insignificance
- Dedication to Desertion
- You've cut yourself off - I thought we agreed no limb should be left so severed and bleeding.
- A truth so disabling might blind my starving eyes.
- Warped the Wood Floors
- When we were burning, these stained walls would swell with passion. Our sweat warped the wooden floorboards. You'd kick out the night light and let the moon bleed through the window, draping over naked bodies.
- We're killing time trying to love what we can't find.
- My throat is dry from yelling blindly at the wishing stars that wrecked me.
- These summer nights the streetlights burst flames. They screech too bright, they scream blind.
- Retirement
- Our mistakes are scrawled upon the chalkboard.
- Why do we kid ourselves? We grow old and wise; we just lose our minds.
- The Farewell Party
- These words are counterfeit - xeroxed off of memory . . . and no one's listening.
- It seems the world collapses in the Mother's womb. The place of birth where we're all condemned.
- Tempest
- His heart is quick to judge / But his hands are too lonely
- Young hearts are quick to judge / But their hands are so lonely
- Break in the New Year
- New year's ago / We drank and danced and left our sour hearts behind
- Proposals
- Maybe we're not ourselves at all / And maybe being is simply believing that each breath we take in / Must lead to another breath out
- one more breath away from yesterday
- am i what i am is this what this is is this all there is
- Northern Winds
- I won't rebuild what I have crumbled / I'm tired
- Absence Makes the Day Go Longer
- Absence made your heart bruise / You're all bruise
- Returns and Exchanges
- And the silence brewed / Like a storm / As they brooded over their misfortunes
- We share a common weakness: / We're all afraid / Of a pointless existence
- We're loveless liars tonight
- Pulse
- In a hotel room / With holes in the curtains / I shivered as she slid up my leg / Well, she could convince me / A hundred Hail Marys / She whispered, "Dear boy, your god is dead"
- Excerpts from various notes strewn around the bedroom of April Connolly, Feb. 24, 1997
- Valentine, I want to feel your hips pressed up against mine. We'll push into each other - love's alive. It might be fleeting, but it's ours and it's tonight...
- Am I Not Yours?
- We lay so stiffly and act like we're sleeping. But my eyes are staring, and you're not breathing heavily.
- May Flowers
- May flowers grow taller the harder April storms on the land.
- The Casualty
- The night has fallen down the staircase
- The Martyr
- The birth of a child in the form of a man / Wrapped in a towel / Passed out on the floor
- Making Friends and Acquaintances
- We all hide a diary beneath some mattress / And someone has slept in my bed
- But still I can hear those dirty birds chirp away
- Between the bedsprings and the mattress / I keep my secrets
- A Red So Deep
- Shades of red of a furious defeat
- Sleep, my Sweetie, let the days expire / They've outnumbered you / Hold me sweetly, like the days we bled with love / A red so deep we sunk / We sunk
- The Lament of Pretty Baby
- I don't want to be seen as a pretty thing / 'Cause it's the pretty things we're always breaking...
- The butterfly pinned to the page / The nightingale locked in the cage
- Sink to the Beat
- Some melodies are like disease / They can inflame your misery / They will infect your memory / They haunt me
- Fairytales Tell Tales
- Let's pretend we fall in love tonight / Clumsy enough to fall for anything
- We'll spill our guts on creaking bar stools
- A faint reflection on the barback's mirror / A face I never knew whispering / "Please don't be a stranger to me / Who are you if you're alone?"
- So who is it that whispers in your ear? / A haunting voice blows in through the window
- I hardly exist at all
- Dispenser
- You can scratch your favorite band on your wrist
- And when I look back at my sloppy Kodaks, I'll cut your heart out of every single snapshot
- And the Bit Just Chokes Them
- Here's to the year they break us
- A Disruption In The Normal Swing Of Things
- Not to mention their greatest fears like finding their children neglected and naked
- I swallowed some musk and now I’m choking it up
- A Disruption in Our Lines of Influence
- Some believe in a god made of corrugated steel
- This is the part where the ambulance comes / I'll play the dead man
- Some Red Handed Sleight of Hand
- Didn't I learn anything counting out / my sins on rosary beads?
- Art Is Hard
- Cut it out - your self-inflicted pain / Is getting too routine
- 'cause we all know art is hard / when we don't know who we are
- The Recluse
- I wake alone / Pretend that I am finally home
- And I can hardly get myself out of her bed, for fear of never lying in this bed again.
- "You're in my web now - I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down."
- Driftwood: A Fairy Tale
- She pulled some strings / and spun him about. / That boy sprang up / and began to shout, / "My arms, my legs, my heart, my face / they're alive!"
- A Gentleman Caller
- He loves his forbidden fruit
- Sometimes men can be so misleading / to take what they need from you
- The sunrise is just over that hill / The worst is over
- This morning we love like weaklings
- Bloody Murderer
- There's a ghost in my bed / She cries in her sleep
- The mirror crashed on the dresser / And she began to scream
- Sierra
- In the desert, where the cities are made of gold, / there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails.
- I'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind.
- I could be your carpenter, and you could be my twinkling north star o'er the desert sky
- Sinner's Serenade
- Holding a dove / Then clipping its wings off
- He hides behind words / He hides behind liquor / He hides in his bedroom with his guitar / Screaming, "Sinner!"
- Adapt
- I want the rich boy / But the rich boy, he doesn't want me
- I like the pretty girls / But the pretty girls, they don't like me
- Well I want the best god / Yeah, I want the biggest god / But those gods are so hard to believe
- The Bitter End
- When the Bitter End arrives, will we be at war or sadly, madly in love?
- Babies
- Baby, baby, baby the world must seem so immense compared to the womb. And, baby, baby, your head must seem so much smaller than you assumed. The whole world seems to center around you.
- Big Bang
- Some talking snake giving apples away. And what would that snake say if he could only see us today? "Ha, ha, ha!"
- There was this big bang once, why are we back down on our knees, huh?
- Bad Sects
- A lifetime of burning culminated in one innocent, forbidden touch. I know this is wrong because I’m told this is wrong.
- Dorothy Dreams of Tornados
- And now our roots grow deep beneath these barren streets. I've had the darkest dreams: the city's pipes and wires ran through our nerves and veins.
- Rise Up! Rise Up!
- I WASTED HALF MY LIFE ON THE THOUGHT THAT I'D LIVE FOREVER.
- Rise up, rise up, live a full life—'cause when it's over it's done. So, rise up, rise up, dance and scream and love.
- ALBUM TITLES
- such blinding stars for starving eyes
- the ugly organ
- the difference between houses and homes
- burst and bloom
apr 19 2008 ∞
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