(for arthurian lit 11/14)


Everything has changed
And forced to suffer publicly 
The eyes pierce my brain 

To sacrifice your honor in a slaughter-house
To know the man with the scythe loves you

I am no common man
The system takes my hand in hers
As solid as a chair 

The pushing of your emptiness is on now
Just to know that I was not around
To bring you back to the right place
To save your face from change
To keep it all the same

The needles of the trees and acts
Challenge a hope so ingrained 
I never saw it once 

There’s nothing can be done to push back 
The evil so disgraced to know itself
That falls away from everything


Pt. 2 The Pushing

(for arthurian lit 11/14)

I
Want
To
Say 
“How could you?”

Did the footsteps ever end? 

You 
Are 
Consigned 
With 
The ground now 

So am I, for the game of man

It 
Isn’t 
That 
My face 
Is ruined 

I hope to see you again. 

(And if you had all you’d ever dreamed of? Would you come crawling to my door?)

Pt. 3 Too Much


Everything is louder now
Everything’s loud

The stars are finally hitting the ground
Take in the sound
All over town they’ll be runnin’ around

Cry your feelings off the shelf
You’re gonna paralyze yourself
Take my hand
I’ll take you back to where you started

The cries of the people in pain are not 
What they explain
I’m not going to cry right now

Everybody’s quiet now
Takin’ my hand and makin’ no sound


Space Blows

How ‘bout we go to 
An ocean so far away from all
The plans and airplane paths, and we would fall 

Into a routine
Waking up and noticing 
The words written in our own skulls, and we would sing

Of doing nothing real
And playing catch with invisible grenades
Yours was a fake

But that doesn’t matter
‘Cause everything is solvable 
And I believe there’s nothing wrong with me

I crushed a little bit
Of something I would rather not digest
Just yet, the time has come to make a point

To look above myself 
Too many stars to count have changed the sky
I cry, “It’s the other light pollution.” 

But that doesn’t matter
‘Cause everything is solvable
And you once said there’s nothing wrong 
I cut you off and we both fall asleep


Light Pollution

If you could walk the Earth and 
Never draw breath would the fear 
Come and try to arrest you? 

Your fingers slowly fell off like
A raindrop, stop: don’t play it 
Louder than you really need to 

‘Cause if you cry at the smallest comment
Your feelings will have been in vain
It takes some time to really want it
To know and to be something is the same thing.

Every day I dream of 58
And how it will be so nice to finally 
Have some answers

But if I know the G-scale 
At the same point, I will 
Freak and weep so hard until I fall over

And if my time was faster than a bullet
At least I spent it sitting down 
I wiped my hands clean as you stood and
Dialed the knobs on your bass amp

Take your life, a dime for a dozen
Put it in the pot of what he said
About your self, what it was and wasn’t
How does it feel to be collected? 


Collected

One of my favorite Irish folk tunes, written by Thomas Moore around the turn of the 19th century. This version's sped up slightly yet sorrowful as ever. 

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"To the Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring his proud soul under;
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"

Minstrel Boy

Several homies down by the water
We cracked our skulls against the dull lake stones

Swimmin’ swiftly out without inter-tubes

Every single day we get farther
Away from scary ditches in our face

But, the day she saw through me, I was a wreck

I had everything 
I had everything
I have nothing
I had ev-erything

Write it on a postcard, will probably end up on her wall
Following you down the high school hall

Cryin’ hard out in the winter wind
Bones of a lunar eclipse mess will rot again 

‘Cause I had everything
I had everything 
I have nothing
I had everything
I had everything
I have nothing
I had everything


Dangerous Visions (Dopey Filler)

for KT&ZACK

This is a record of my life
As it beacons
This is a record of my life
As it changes
Found what I needed was right in front of me
The whole time
A subtle echo, a chorus amplified

No second-guessing, there’s no time
It’s not needed
I now know exactly what it is I wanna do
I wanna spend the rest of my life doing everything with you

Because the daylight’s only getting brighter with each passing dawn
From the treetops of Ohio I will celebrate you til we’re gone

This is my message, you heard right
Don’t get it twisted
I got all my secrets laid out on the shelf
And I think it’s about time that we showed everyone else
Our shiny record, the story that we’ve built

You’re my home

And when it’s dark you pull in and promise to hold me tight
I thank the god of all control that we have found each other, you and I 
I’m thanking all my lucky stars ‘cause they finally got in line
I’m thanking all the stars above that I have fallen for you

Our love is now a song
Drop the needle down, turn it on
It spins forever
Even if we have to leave the room for a little while
It’s still spinning, by and by Lord by and by
And there’s nothing that I’d rather do than 
Hold you close and listen to our life


The Record

4 phone recordings of some songs we're going to record full throttle in early may!

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