You feel my body
hear my heart
I've found no safety in your arms
All around me
tricks and traps
you like that I look too lost to turn back

Hear the drum of feet on stone
digs down deep, to where I am strong

The birds are music
the wind a song
Nothing worth it can be owned

Canada

I'm getting thin, it's not from counting calories
I can't catch the wind, of my feelings in front of me

I don't mind, most of the time
but you seem nice....goodbye

Woe is the fool, who'd have love clobber him
stay on your stool, let them throw the towel in. 

Counting Calories

I'm writing this down on the day that Prince died
the Queen's still alive at 90
when will my love come, have I met her before
am I maybe sunk already?

Jesus caught the wind, took my sins with him
burned them in a fire
So why do I feel like this, drink to drooling piss
wishing I was high? 

I'm writing this down on the day that Prince died
the sun's in the sky but hiding
when will my star glow I've already spent that dough
put the whoring and blow behind me..



I'm writing this down on the day that Prince died....

Parting Shot from a Neglected Cactus

Audio Recording on Thursday evening

I'm Bowed

Everyone rushing around I don't know why
put their hearts into parcels but in time
we're boiled down to the bones, then there's just love
(what more do you want?) 

The moon's a sliver I drink it til I'm sick
it spills down my leg and freezes quick
I ran it into to the ground and walked away
on Christmas day...

The Moon's a Sliver

The weight of the world lifted for you
thrown over it's head with the might of a bull
all of the goodness I saw shooting through you
you said that I helped, I did nothing at all

piling up stories, on nights gone foggy
wayward and spinning, I never did get a round in
(the yeti's gone home)

We say all these words, what do they mean
get locked in our heads and swallow the keys
your burned up your tires putting laps on the past
all of the things, I never asked

piling up stories, nights gone foggy
wayward and hurting, these shoes I now walk in
the yeti's gone home

Redemption of the Yeti

sun up and stomach down I'm on this street again
can't feel my fortune, for the wind
cuts through my paper frame, my heart is counting out
how many times it's been let down (only now?)

passed all the weeping arms of trees cut the same
in deference whisper my name
Birds sing of ocean dead and echo all the wars
if your life is lonely it's still yours (only yours)

whither though I may, with fists all balled up
readied for the fray
if here I was brave, at home I slide through my days
piss them away

Head down in Halifax all hospitals and graves
I could be laying here one day
Step lightly heavy eyes, on legs gone wobbly
the boy is whistling happily (just for me)

Walking Quickly in the Wrong Direction

I'm not better than the world that I'm afraid in/to bust through burning and bold, why am I waiting/for someone big to grab me by the hand/pull me through the shit put me to bed/Am I wild yet?
If I'm not falling for you girl, I'm shoe-loose and trippin/so full up and ready to hurl that I'm barely eating/I'm burning through my bones for you and yet/I'd rather write a song tinged with regret/am I wild yet?

Gareth Williams 27

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