Paid my debts, compliments for pirouettes
And lying post-duet, “all I know is I have no regrets.”
So she said as she rose from her rose red bedspread
I let her know I’d let her go, expecting better luck to show
I set my hopes to rest with the rest of the dope on her bedside table;
A lovely bowl of dreams to hold…I’ve smoked since I was 10 years old.
I should quit but I’m not able.
Your side of the mattress is cold and so flat, less the weight of your heat next to mine, it’s
Easily ninety degrees in this room, but I think I might freeze without you…alone we entwine.
I watched her sleep, a quixotic pastime to keep, I know. But Oh, the realist seeps into my bones…so I walked as she dreamed and seemed to talk of lips locked.
I let her know I’d let her go, expecting better luck to show
I set my hopes to rest with the rest of the dope on her bedside table;
A lovely bowl of dreams to hold…I’ve smoked since I was 10 years old.
I should quit but I’m not able.
Your side of the mattress is cold and so flat, less the weight of your heat next to mine, it’s
Easily ninety degrees in this room, but I think I might freeze without you…alone we entwine.
Reflecting through empty wine glasses, the morning light shines through the door. I follow the source till my bed [heart] isn’t yours and my conscience burns no more.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Mr. Morgan
Mr. Morgan, I remember when we were first introduced…twenty minutes later I was pretty damn juiced and I’ve gotten used to facing more proof than I would choose. And you’re always there with the evidence, always helping me drink in reverence for those lost at sea…Oh, Mr. Morgan, you’re the captain for me.
And she just walked in through the door
(Come on and hit me again!)
So sail me farther from the shore
(Come on…) while my
Heart is on my sleeve
And my shirt is on the floor
I’ll steal one kiss or four or ten
Give my regards to Mr. Morgan
Mr. Morgan, you’ve helped me meet more girls than I can recall. No, really, the memories stop at the bathroom stall. Names and numbers blend with faces and diseases, swirling all together like one of these Bay Breezes. And you’re always there with the evidence, always helping me drink in reverence for those lost at sea…Oh, Mr. Morgan, you’re the captain for me.
And she just walked in through the door
(Come on and hit me again!)
So sail me farther from the shore
(Come on…) while my
Heart is on my sleeve
And my shirt is on the floor
I’ll steal one kiss or four or ten
Give my regards to Mr. Morgan
Oh Mr. Morgan, it was you and me and the cop makes three in the parking lot behind the bar. We made clever conversation leading to a year’s probation but…I’ve still got a couple bottles in the car, it’s not far and your hazy semblance is always here with the evidence, With another swig, it’s so evident…I am lost at sea…Oh Mr. Morgan, you’re the captain for me.
And she just walked out through the door
(Come on and hit me again!)
So sail me farther from the shore
(Come on…) and my
Heart stays on my sleeve
As I’m passed out on the floor
Alone with retrospect and a bottle but the bottle still holds more
Give my regards to Mr. Morgan.
And she just walked in through the door
(Come on and hit me again!)
So sail me farther from the shore
(Come on…) while my
Heart is on my sleeve
And my shirt is on the floor
I’ll steal one kiss or four or ten
Give my regards to Mr. Morgan
Mr. Morgan, you’ve helped me meet more girls than I can recall. No, really, the memories stop at the bathroom stall. Names and numbers blend with faces and diseases, swirling all together like one of these Bay Breezes. And you’re always there with the evidence, always helping me drink in reverence for those lost at sea…Oh, Mr. Morgan, you’re the captain for me.
And she just walked in through the door
(Come on and hit me again!)
So sail me farther from the shore
(Come on…) while my
Heart is on my sleeve
And my shirt is on the floor
I’ll steal one kiss or four or ten
Give my regards to Mr. Morgan
Oh Mr. Morgan, it was you and me and the cop makes three in the parking lot behind the bar. We made clever conversation leading to a year’s probation but…I’ve still got a couple bottles in the car, it’s not far and your hazy semblance is always here with the evidence, With another swig, it’s so evident…I am lost at sea…Oh Mr. Morgan, you’re the captain for me.
And she just walked out through the door
(Come on and hit me again!)
So sail me farther from the shore
(Come on…) and my
Heart stays on my sleeve
As I’m passed out on the floor
Alone with retrospect and a bottle but the bottle still holds more
Give my regards to Mr. Morgan.
Just to Hear You Say
Just to hear you say (lyrics: Mike & James Glasgow)
What if I met you in a hurricane? The wind would throw our hair around and round again, and if you said I love you, then the words would just blow away. I would go anywhere just to hear you say…
What if I met you on a cold winter’s day? So numb, you couldn’t feel the kisses on your face; and if you said “I love you,” then the words would just freeze in place.
Just one more kiss, don’t spread your lips; I know everything, everything, every word you won’t breathe eases an empty peace into every sigh I heave. I can deny, still dignified, that all this time I fly on lies…still I would go anywhere just to hear you say…
What if I met you in the deep Deep South? Magnolia blossoms hanging heavy on the bough…and If you said “I love you,” then the words would just melt in your mouth.
What if I met you on a turtle’s back? We’d walk in endless circles, tracing out the cracks. I’d lose the minutes, hours, days, while praying that you might say…I would go anywhere just to hear you say…
What if I met you in a hurricane? The wind would throw our hair around and round again, and if you said I love you, then the words would just blow away. I would go anywhere just to hear you say…
What if I met you on a cold winter’s day? So numb, you couldn’t feel the kisses on your face; and if you said “I love you,” then the words would just freeze in place.
Just one more kiss, don’t spread your lips; I know everything, everything, every word you won’t breathe eases an empty peace into every sigh I heave. I can deny, still dignified, that all this time I fly on lies…still I would go anywhere just to hear you say…
What if I met you in the deep Deep South? Magnolia blossoms hanging heavy on the bough…and If you said “I love you,” then the words would just melt in your mouth.
What if I met you on a turtle’s back? We’d walk in endless circles, tracing out the cracks. I’d lose the minutes, hours, days, while praying that you might say…I would go anywhere just to hear you say…
Brody Ave
I hate to think back to days spent in this flat, claiming your habits weren’t so bad, it’s
All I can do to try and forget you, try and forget this past and this place
One more walk down Brody Ave, to pay my respects on the bloodstained ground
Hospital bills and bandages are as gone as you now, I’m done tearing the barbed wire down.
One more walk, one more walk and I’m gone…I’m somewhere better bound.
Counting the pills on your countertop, millions
waiting to take you far away, you
Won’t take one dose, one cure for emotion
Drowning in oceans all alone
Just one more walk down Brody Ave, to pay my respects on the bloodstained ground
Hospital bills and bandages are as gone as you now, I’m done tearing the barbed wire down.
One more walk, one more walk and I’m gone…I’m somewhere better bound.
Fighting memories of your lies, I sliced the ties and lines in much the same way as you cut yourself for all those years, the manufactured tears that grew
so old
as I
grew cold
while
I was fighting memories of your eyes, surprised, I realized if you died tomorrow I wouldn’t know the difference, no telephone call or its voice
To tell me
Are you happy
Are you lonely
Are you breathing still?
All I can do to try and forget you, try and forget this past and this place
One more walk down Brody Ave, to pay my respects on the bloodstained ground
Hospital bills and bandages are as gone as you now, I’m done tearing the barbed wire down.
One more walk, one more walk and I’m gone…I’m somewhere better bound.
Counting the pills on your countertop, millions
waiting to take you far away, you
Won’t take one dose, one cure for emotion
Drowning in oceans all alone
Just one more walk down Brody Ave, to pay my respects on the bloodstained ground
Hospital bills and bandages are as gone as you now, I’m done tearing the barbed wire down.
One more walk, one more walk and I’m gone…I’m somewhere better bound.
Fighting memories of your lies, I sliced the ties and lines in much the same way as you cut yourself for all those years, the manufactured tears that grew
so old
as I
grew cold
while
I was fighting memories of your eyes, surprised, I realized if you died tomorrow I wouldn’t know the difference, no telephone call or its voice
To tell me
Are you happy
Are you lonely
Are you breathing still?
Marie
On the day you came back into town, my hamster died and my car broke down.
You had smiled (my misfortune detox)...Distracted, I ran over your friend's mailbox.
Laughing, you had said you were bad luck (Like it's your fault that my driving sucks).
Still, I note the growing evidence As your small joke keeps making more and more sense
I had no idea superstition could be Pretty and smart and nice to hold When we're watching stars in the cold night air...I'm singing
I can deal As long as bad luck feels this great I'd break a mirror every day.
It's my good fortune that I can say You should know I wouldn't trade this for anything.
You see, Marie, you caught me unawares That time I choked upon the gummi bear.
You had been gone for two years (more or less)...Then you walked in, knocked me speechless with your blue dress.
I had no idea superstition could be Pretty and smart and nice to hold When we're watching stars in the cold night air...I'm singing
I can deal As long as bad luck feels this great I'd break a mirror every day.
It's my good fortune that I can say You should know I wouldn't trade this for anything.
You had smiled (my misfortune detox)...Distracted, I ran over your friend's mailbox.
Laughing, you had said you were bad luck (Like it's your fault that my driving sucks).
Still, I note the growing evidence As your small joke keeps making more and more sense
I had no idea superstition could be Pretty and smart and nice to hold When we're watching stars in the cold night air...I'm singing
I can deal As long as bad luck feels this great I'd break a mirror every day.
It's my good fortune that I can say You should know I wouldn't trade this for anything.
You see, Marie, you caught me unawares That time I choked upon the gummi bear.
You had been gone for two years (more or less)...Then you walked in, knocked me speechless with your blue dress.
I had no idea superstition could be Pretty and smart and nice to hold When we're watching stars in the cold night air...I'm singing
I can deal As long as bad luck feels this great I'd break a mirror every day.
It's my good fortune that I can say You should know I wouldn't trade this for anything.
Denial (draft)
I’m sure Susan’s not pregnant
And I know the knock knock I hear presently is the pizza guy, of course it’s not police.
You lied about the lease, I’ve at least a week till time is expired and
Deceased (just like my best friend isn’t)
I’m not conceited
I’ve never cheated
I was never in love and
I’m feeling great!
[Grate]-ing on my nerves is: nothing at all!
Grandma’s just fine, there’s no sign of the fall.
It’s a good thing I don’t smoke
Or drink
Or form addictive habits that could sabotage my chance of having plans
Like mom had said I would
And I know the knock knock I hear presently is the pizza guy, of course it’s not police.
You lied about the lease, I’ve at least a week till time is expired and
Deceased (just like my best friend isn’t)
I’m not conceited
I’ve never cheated
I was never in love and
I’m feeling great!
[Grate]-ing on my nerves is: nothing at all!
Grandma’s just fine, there’s no sign of the fall.
It’s a good thing I don’t smoke
Or drink
Or form addictive habits that could sabotage my chance of having plans
Like mom had said I would
Bad Ideas Involving You and Me
Kiss me once, yeah kiss me twice, oh kiss me enough, we’ll forget the lies…I spin a line bout the light in your eyes (words courtesy of this bottle of vice) and when your lips rest on your glass, ignoring tact, forsaking class, they’d scream out louder than the bass if they could, “who needs a soul when you look this good?”
Are you coming tonight? Come on, douse the lights, roll the dice-make nice and it might suffice…cold basement replacement for honesty (trite, overrated). Dedication isn’t more than a sight to see in this museum of rites we believed to be worth a damn but oh how you’re selling me on this sweet felony oh now you’re telling me forget fidelity…
Please don’t stop…I’ve got all week to feel regret. For now, I’d rather feel your heat. Dance out the fear; just move your hips, I’ll whisper bad ideas involving you and me.
Are you coming tonight? Come on, douse the lights, roll the dice-make nice and it might suffice…cold basement replacement for honesty (trite, overrated). Dedication isn’t more than a sight to see in this museum of rites we believed to be worth a damn but oh how you’re selling me on this sweet felony oh now you’re telling me forget fidelity…
Please don’t stop…I’ve got all week to feel regret. For now, I’d rather feel your heat. Dance out the fear; just move your hips, I’ll whisper bad ideas involving you and me.
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