1. |
Unhistoric Acts
04:09
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I could have been a hanging black walnut,
drawer pull, or a fallen wren
I count my place as a matter of business
when the Lord was sorting us out
Goodness in hiding, found in the open
I keep on fighting for love from no one
Dying to be recognized for something
that will never be enough
When I feel good it's killed
by my beautiful insignificance
My fragile life needs to be spent
loving more than I have
Goodness in hiding, found in the open
I keep on fighting for love from no one
Where did the children's voices go?
Who stopped my heart's joyous flow?
Lost somewhere on the bathroom floor
Cut my hair, I know no more
Goodness in hiding, found in the open
I keep on fighting for love from no one
Sugar rush of love, the crash of my sorrow
Came in like a dove, waits for tomorrow
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2. |
Blanche & Stella
02:57
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Stella, where are you?
Your ghost don't scare me
In the light of the moon,
sometimes there's God so quickly
Worrying about who I’ll love the most
Careless prayers to a heavenly host
Just like Blanche I lost myself
Gave too much to everyone else
After some beers and hoping for tears
tripping on my shoe just to feel blue
I go on home, smiling alone
forgetting you with anything new
Singing of love as if i know it's weight
I cut it short every goddamn approach
Think I mean more to people
than they mean to me
I’m no narcissist
just a disheartened realist
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3. |
Foreign Curve
03:45
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The face starts to bend
though unable to remain
long enough for the muscles
to memorize the shape
The form of the foreign curve
lifts the corners of the mouth
The body submits its hopeful grip
to the heart that drags them south
Smile doesn't match the heart
No matter which way the lips do part
teeth are revealed but they're only clenched
holding in that lonesome, dirty rotten stench
Could a seam be sewn
if the organ was torn,
to plant my love and wait for
the spirit fruit to be born
Smile doesn't match the heart
No matter which way the lips do part
teeth are revealed but they're only clenched
holding in that lonesome, dirty rotten stench
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4. |
A Different Kind
02:15
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I see tension
in everything, in everyone
It does not wait, it does not go
It does us good when it is known
Funny lament, angry delight
all at once when you're on my mind
I'll take it all, only this time
I want your love, a different kind
I see tension
in everything, in everyone
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5. |
Sewing Room
04:31
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Baby I'm broken down
on the side of the road,
waiting for you to pick me up
Darling you're underground
wondering why I'm taking so long
to get to you, to sing you a tune
Who do you think I am?
What do you think I was?
Where do you think I went?
When do you think I'll go?
Can you forgive me from the dust?
‘Cause I never knew how to love,
only lust
Sleeping in your old sewing room
to make more space for the kids
to grow up
Who do you think I am?
What do you think I was?
Where do you think I went?
When do you think I'll go?
Living in your rhythm
making your recipes
Living in your rhythm
paying off your debt
Living in your rhythm
telling all your stories
Living in your rhythm
missing you the same
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6. |
Human (I Won't Find You)
04:21
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You did get older
I had to think about it
You did move slower
I had to watch it happen
Never found out what you were
A good girl, that's for sure
Still sweeping up your hair
Losing a friend ain't fair
There was a human
behind your eyes
There was a purpose
in your movements
Never found out what you were
A good girl, that's for sure
Still sweeping up your hair
Losing a friend ain't fair
I won't find you in my bed
in the middle of the night
I won't find you at the door
when I get home after work
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7. |
Slow Down
03:52
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Drinking on the porch all spring
Folks pass by who've never seen a thing
Smoking the new world away
On the drive you asked if you would be okay
Tell them all to go to hell
but do it quietly
All your love is hurting bad
Won’t you set it free
Getting lost looking for cocaine
Working at the junk shop all our days
Trying to get our money right
Your place got robbed
so you asked if you could stay the night
Tell them all to go to hell
but do it quietly
All your love is hurting bad
Won’t you set it free
We all got to just slow down
Learn to love wandering around
I want to know if there's more
crying in the night but what for
You taught me to just slow down
I learned to love wandering around
I want to know if there's more
crying in the night but what for
Tell them all to go to hell
Don't do nothing sideways
All your love is hurting bad
Ain’t no reason to feel ashamed
You felt God when your grandma
scratched your little head
Thanks for always letting me
make your truck my bed
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8. |
Old Words
02:02
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You get excited
in the middle of your sentences
All I want to do
is be excited for you
You must be the sticky little leaves
that open in the spring
(April awoke
with no wilt in the branch
from the dove, all the while lies a
crow in my bed
Little lines and intersections
fed into the mother knot
untangled and cut off,
never wound again
Ancient roots, treasure shown
parts and waves all its own
Kidney waste staining rooms
dry rot for the broken broom
Old words in a box
are the bones of other lives
the dust of love's decay
we all come to find)
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9. |
At The Theater
04:51
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I lay in bed
watching my forearm's outline at peace
resting to meet the corner crease
between the wall and ceiling
forming a V
What did it mean?
I would guess nothing
nothing
I would guess nothing
I went out at night
thinking about my clothes and my demeanor
looking in the mirror at the the theater
unclear how I appeared
to those who were near
What did I fear?
I would guess nothing
nothing
I would guess nothing
What about the dream I had
of life stolen from my dad
or the one of the aftermath
of my own car crash
and the line in die lorelei
on being sad and not knowing why
As a kid my state of mind
was better when the sun didn't shine
What of the neighbor's greeting
our brief meeting
the finish gleaming
tell me what does it mean
I would guess everything
everything
I would guess everything
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