Love that burned his fingers

Johny
I didn't realize you were there
when we ate the grapes
right out of their skin-
it was a simple luxury
that I had forgotten.

And as we ran,
through the most peculiar rain
in the fields where the cattle used to be
and were not then-
I don't know if you knew that-
you were there
and I didn't notice.

The fireflies came out
and a man I called "Other John"
when I was small showed us
love that burned his fingers
every year,
I called him John then
because you weren't around.

And when we danced
on that tire swing
it was a different red-
and moved to a different tree
that was bigger,
because we were bigger,
and you were there
and I don't know how
I didn't notice.

It started small

(lyrics to another song, plans to provide audio for these soon)

It started small, a whispered thought
in the back of my mind-
and there you were, so strong and tall
in the back of my mind.
I hear your laugh across the street
and the several states in between-
it's funny how you comfort me
despite the way this makes me feel.

And I thought that you might stick around,
but you are gone and you're not coming back.

It grew so large, that whispered thought
in the back of my mind-
I felt the beat of your pulse
in my throat.
And I lost myself entirely
in loving you; you with me.
It's strange to make
something new on my own.

And I thought that you might stick around,
but you are gone and you're not coming back.

It started small, it grew so large-
in the back of my mind;
I felt the beat of your pulse
in my throat.

I'm on the Youtubes! :)

Home IX

Como si no hubieran tocado el suelo los dedos-

            yo, suspendida en el momento, en el aire.

Home VIII

What's your hair?

Dirty blonde

Feel for citrus?

Very fond

Where you live?

Each place I go

And you call home?

I don't know.

22 November 2010: It's just like words

And what I meant, was, of course no when said yes was in question. Handedness and seating and breathing but mostly breathing, love always love but it is not a part of the meal plan

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I'm just trying to change the color of your mood ring, just doing my best to do my best, trying to change

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Just like art.

- - -

So color me red and paint me white, I want to be a stranger

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And I want this for all the wrong reasons, and when I'm bored I press my neck, I think pulse is the most accessible art

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Sometimes there are less words, sometimes there are only other people's words, we use them to see with heads and hearts, love

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She told me that change is the only constant

I was gonna be a pirate

...I like how when I finally sit down with the music I've written and devise plans to record it is when I get to writing music semi-regularly again. I guess there could be worse things :) this isn't finished, but I'll go ahead and put it out there. "I Hate Goodbyes" is on the to-record list also. Perhaps saying I'll record things will actually get me to do it :)


I was gonna be a pirate
and I was gonna be a preacher,
I was gonna be a marine biologist,
I was gonna be a doctor,
and I was gonna be a spy
when I was done being a doctor

but the rain came in

and the tide went high-

we watched fireworks

on the fifth of July

and I wasn't a pirate,

a doctor or a spy.

I was just a kid,

but one full of dreams,

and now I think

I'd like to be a dreamer

and I wonder,

did I dream too many times?

I was gonna be a fireman
though I considered being a firetruck
and I was gonna be a big star
but little girls can't be a big star
so I was gonna be a farmer
and I was gonna grow many trees with fruit

but the rain came in
and the tide went high-
we watched fireworks
on the fifth of July
and I wasn't a pirate,
a doctor or a spy.

I was just a kid,
but one full of dreams,
and now I think
I'd like to be a dreamer
and I wonder,
did I dream too many times?

I was just a freckled,
blue-eyed child
with a grin
and a little red bike,
and a little scrape
on each my knees
and a plan to ride
until they were dry.
And I wondered
when the school bus come
now I wonder,
did I dream too many times?