The meadow burns; the sirens blare Does it matter what we fed the fire When ashes lay in shame And if you had listened closely The silence of my pulse Never asked for you Never asked for me
Put it Together
Watch me leave You'll be sorry, father Born but it's not enough Maroon from A cracked champagne glass
No Transmission
And no one is awake anymore No one can mend my sight What happened to endless sound cutting into the rough of our souls?
Sweet Ruptures
Living in a lack of want Every part of you is perfect -- The gods are smiling But the electricity is gone All around is sand -- Strangled by the hourglass We make our way down As time makes us
Below in the Great Valley
Where is my little life Below in the great valley I looked for a home Never returning anywhere They all went out to discover So discover; that they did Milky way reflected in a dust floor Must be why its lost some luster
Wetland Abandon
The lungs of the bog The fire in the forest Low hanging weep-ends Must is in the air A life may begin in the ocean's deep And be swallowed beneath a confusion Of fireflies and a night sky In this wetland abandon
Night Walk for Gatorade
Glowing fridge lights Spilling on the floor Laughing faces, expanding spaces They all seemed so sure
Bad News, Judas
Sir, hand me your arm
Give me the common rule
I'll study them I swear
But I won't be your
Sacred fucking fool