Archive for February, 2007
It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
Friday, February 16th, 2007You must leave now,
take what you need,
you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep,
you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers,
better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors,
they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies,
are all going home.
Your lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind,
something calls for you.
Forget the dead you’ve left,
they will not follow you.
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
Same Ghost Every Night
Wednesday, February 14th, 2007When you’re on your own
Spread out on the mat
Dead
The highway’s endless drone
Of something familiar
How we love the seasons that hide in our stomachs
That howl and howl and howl
As if dropped from a great height
And I fought the hours, piled in the kitchen
That drag him, drag him, drag into black night
Dropped from a great height
Dropped from a great height
It was a strange
Constant blue
And the same ghost every night
It was a strange
Constant blue
And the same ghost every night
I go walking
Just to find
My own breath my own breath through the path
I go walking
Just to find
My own breath my own breath through the path
Dropped from the great height
Dropped from the great height
It was a strange
Constant blue
And the same ghost every night
It was a strange
Constant blue
And the same ghost every night
I go walking
Just to find
My own breath, my own breath through the path
I go walking
Just to find
My own breath, my own breath through the path
We are raised up very high
We are raised up very high
My own breath
Asleep and Dreaming…
Sunday, February 11th, 2007i’ve seen you laugh at nothing at all
i’ve seen you sadly weeping
the sweetest thing I ever saw
was you asleep and dreaming
well you may not be beautiful
but it’s not for me to judge
i don’t know if you’re beautiful
because I love you too much
i’ve seen you laugh at nothing at all
i’ve seen you sadly weeping
the sweetest thing I ever saw
was you asleep and dreaming
i’ve seen you when your ship came in
and when your train was leaving
the sweetest thing I ever saw
was you asleep and dreaming
Grounds for Divorce
Saturday, February 10th, 2007You said you hate the sound
Of the busses on the ground
You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town
I said pretend it’s whales
Keeping their voices down
Such were the grounds for divorce I know
On the radio
And the bouncing bodies’ drone
Found eighteen reasons I can’t pick up on the phone
I said look at the clouds
It’s a show all on its own
Such were the grounds for divorce I know
But the darling is dead
We hit her on the head
It looked like a wedding cake
Though the darling is dead
We hit it on the head
It looked like a newlywed
But look at the lovers
And they way they stand
And the way they move and the way move their hands
And look at their babies
And their tiny little hands
And the way they get loved and the way they get loved oh
Oh look at the lovers
And they way they stand
And the way they move and the way move and the way move their hands
Said you hate the sound
Of the busses on the ground
Said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town
Said pretend it’s wales
And keeping their voices down
Such were the grounds for divorce i know
Looked like a newlywed
On the radio
And the bouncing bodies’ drone
Found eighteen reasons I can’t pick up on the phone
Said look at the clouds
It’s a show all on its own
Such were the grounds, such were the grounds, for divorce I know
Pocahontas
Wednesday, February 7th, 2007aurora borealis
the icy sky at night
paddles cut the water
in a long and hurried flight
from the white man
to the fields of green
and the homeland
we’ve never seen.
they killed us in our tepee
and they cut our women down
they might have left some babies
cryin’ on the ground
but the firesticks
and the wagons come
and the night falls
on the setting sun.
they massacred the buffalo
kitty corner from the bank
the taxis run across my feet
and my eyes have turned to blanks
in my little box
at the top of the stairs
with my indian rug
and a pipe to share.
i wish a was a trapper
i would give thousand pelts
to sleep with pocahontas
and find out how she felt
in the mornin’
on the fields of green
in the homeland
we’ve never seen.
and maybe marlon brando
will be there by the fire
we’ll sit and talk of hollywood
and the good things there for hire
like the astrodome
and the first tepee
marlon brando, pocahontas and me
marlon brando, pocahontas and me
You Steal the Scene
Wednesday, February 7th, 2007
standing by the car, in a silver thing
staring into space, like an astronaut
in a western town, as the evening falls
in the late summer, in the far future
you steal the scene
you steal the scene
standing on the set, curling cigarettes
in a body suit, getting in the mood
for an action scene, in the madman’s dream
when the camera’s roll, you’ll do your own stunts
you steal the scene
you steal the scene
standing on a chair, noose around your neck
in a body suit, catching everything
kick the chair away, as the cameras rock
movies of your life, flash before your eyes
you steal the scene
you steal the scene
now you’re underground, added to the gate
tattered from the suit, every twitch and sigh
lie before your art, in the public eye
with your trademark smile, changing all the time
you steal the scene
you steal the scene
Man Called Aerodynamics
Tuesday, February 6th, 2007find deep within your memory coat
a cricket bag you ate from
it’s sweet smiling apology acceptance awaits you
don’t be afraid to cherish it
look it up in the book mobile
look it up in the gun rack
in the magazine rack
or the map!
for it is only after the fence comes down
that the cartoon bubble explodes
and the new party begins
invitation only - still in a senator’s suitcase
let them out and dance for the ant god
like scary magnets to pounce upon command
upon the man
the man called aerodynamics








