levon (elton john cover)

 a Bennie and the Jets by Elton John cover

bennie and the jets (elton john cover)

raised and fortunes gained now only scent remains on the sheets. parked one night on elm, it was two degrees. for the life of me i cant find what is left of us between the settling dust, between the waves. in the front you met this cold man, and settled cattan, then whisked me away. i held you that night. now i hold these troubles deep until i go to sleep and dream them away. knees locked and flannel bound i kiss your mouth and cry out your name. meagan come down! i'm in the mezzanine. let's choke out two months then put them back to bed and hang our weary heads. meagan come down! 

you! queen of congress, settler of cattan

oh, sweet joanna, i cant relax anymore. time just receeds and i truly believe; heaven resides beyond your doorway smiling on me. i awoke with your name on my tongue, your curls gathered deep in my lungs and as the day outside raged i lay still in my cage and prayed for the setting sun rays "oh please go away." and i'll sit back, feel your nails down my back, pressing chest to chest wondering how can a man ever get any rest? oh! sweet joanna, i should've told you 'bout my love. it's stronger than ore now it lays on the floor hoping one day you'll pick it up and we'll be happy.

winter is over

threw it back one night in Asheville, lord i threw all that wasn't me and what was just won't let me be. cold mountain rain & whiskey, you rocking back and forth above me. we gathered like pigeons and fell like saw dust there were few past scars for the new ones to cover up but, empty is empty so echo us deeply. 28801

28801

floored and packed it up, cut out past Falmouth. 295 is grey and bleak. and i'm loose like a scream aimed toward ol' Wiscasset. gonna spend some time with Emilee. and it's springtime in Maine, and it's all i can do to remain the same and not get any worse. it's the sun it's the warmth the smell of coco butter. these things that trickled through my open arms and out past the lights past the shipyard's greatness. the Bath bridge bathes this boy in fog. and it's springtime in Maine. and it's all i can do to remain the same. and not get any worse. say Emilee how's the girl i never see? say she's doing her best to forget me? say she thinks i have swam past the deep end? wish she were wrong. caught up in the yard smell the woodstove cooking, a little fire for the rain. and it's springtime in Maine. and it's all i can do to remain the same. yes it's too much too late. it was all buttoned up but nothing stays the same. and i'm definitely worse. 

springtime in maine

my neighbor drink hurricane all day
my neighbor drink hurricane all day
spent most a lifetime in big rigs and coal mines
now malt liquor is floating him away
my neighbor drink hurricane all day
on Sundays he visits with his son
on Sundays he visits with his son
they sit in the backyard and silently play cards
there’s not much money to be won
on Sunday’s he visits with his son
life seems to roll by out here on Congress
trying to keep from wasting away
plenty of people plenty of vices
watching them wrestle everyday
Ms. Johnson feeds biscuits to the pups 
Ms. Johnson feeds biscuits to the pups 
she lives with her brother they cherish the summer
and sit on the front porch all day
Ms. Johnson feeds biscuits to the pups 
she always waves when I go by
she always waves when I go by
left hand on her walker and smokes in the other
every day’s a beautiful day
she always waves when I go by
life seems to roll by out here on Congress
trying to keep from wasting away
plenty of people plenty of vices
watch myself wrestle everyday


out here on congress

recorded in my apartment hopefully not to the dismay of my neighbors 

dig your way back to me soon

written late last night (by me)

evening tide, higher than the last few nights when weve arrived. darkness falls, we unleash the dogs, the sand beneath us falls so we chased our wild friends over the rocks. seagulls moan the last bits of summer melt away into foam we kick with our feet, Wells Beach speaks things ive only told you all along. but thats assumed, im just trying to get out of this bean bag chair and howl at the moon. i could just lay my head on back but the truth consumes a selfish man and a hollow moon.

wells beach speaks

never wanted less tha what anyone could get and the strains that would put on your heart. took a bus to Charleston to lay out in the sand, hear the sea as it tumbles again. i can see it as it circles around my head. why not try living your life sometimes instead? in a bar on King St you finally spoke to God, and you've been wondering where the hell he has been. he took a bus to Charleston to lay out in the sand, hear the sea as it tumbles again.

lost god near the battery

cloudy eyes from the back room stung. look away from me now. oh and lay back down. call it truth, call it what you want to. aw and fuck what they say. i didn't want it to be so bad, but you went into my jacket pocket and took the most of a bottle of oxycontin. i'd soon forgotten about you needs and wants and your apathy. let's switch directions and slow back down.

lost among

you came over on mushrooms. i kissed the whiskey from your lips, led you by the hips. gone before dawn. inch by inch then miles away. and i didn't know what you meant, garbled words do spawn lessons missed and lost. cell phone buzz illuminate your face lines now traced. and i want to love you but i don't know how or why. a gentle silence persists like a pause between your kiss. weakness drowns in thoughts abound, stories lost and minds enriched. 1 window. 2 doorways. 3 hearts excluding mine. low tide stench, catholic necklace. 2 chains are intertwined. 

snʇɐuoɔ

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