"And when, abruptly,
the god put his hand on her shoulder
and said with sorrow in his voice-
he has turned around-
she could not understand and asked softly- Who?"
-Rainer Maria Rilke

Song For My Son

Ten Tales

Co-written by Maggie Foy

Him:
Fell in the lake in your wedding gown
could either take it off or you'll drown.
But divorce gets ugly in a small town-
so you drown.

Her:
I wouldn't drown if I held your hand
but baby you can barely stand.
So much to drink, so much to ache-
it's getting late.

Him:
Your eyes like broken glass,
two cigarettes burnt down too fast-
echoes of a holy place
we no longer go.

Both:
Oh our endless, dying love
will never be good enough.
Endless cracks covered by endless paint
At our best, we're temporary saints.

Her:
You cling to me like the smell of smoke
that filled my lungs once and made me choke-
and all the well-meaning regular folk
tell me I should quit.

Him:
Let's go to bed before we tell cruel jokes,
before you need another smoke,
before I need another drink-
before we really think.

Both:
Oh our endless, dying love
will never be good enough.
Endless cracks covered by endless paint
At our best, we're temporary saints.

Jamais-vu

Lyrics are too long for here, so find them at http://mancalledwar.com/lyrics/

The Wheel And The Weight

Angelina came gentle
and silver like a moonshine song-
kerosene tongue was burning down slow.

She was wearing dead man's shoes,
I was drinking milk turned blue-
all it ever was was an empty drawer.

We painted riddles on my bedroom walls,
our tongues traced holy words-
warm metallic taste as the night's wheel burned.
-
She was gone when I woke up,
I was still holding a silver cup-
I tried to drink but I was already burned.

My memories remembered me,
turned my mirrors into razorblades-
I traded my blood for a little company.
-
Don't hold onto me, I'm goin'-
I'm goin' home.

Angelina

Written by Ben Lovett, and sort of Rob Kelly

In the morning,
back to where I came from
without knowing
what I have become.
Cold wind blowing,
tearing through the sun-
fog is rising-
this is me on my own,
this is me all mine.

Moon don't come around,
now that you are gone-
but I'll tell you
I'm never going home alone,
I'm not leaving alone-
cause this is me on my own,
this is me all mine.
This is me on my own,
this is me all mine.

This Is Me (bonus)

The screen door slams, even now-
cause you left but you'll always be leaving now.
And I keep staring at your letter, 
but I still don't know what it means.
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true?
Or is it something worse?
And I cursed and I cried
but darling, now I know, now I know.

One day this will fade-
the longest way around is the shortest way home.

So the door slams even now,
and I still think of you.
Maybe I'll die alone, maybe I won't-
but darling I made it home, I made it home.

And I'm so sorry that I never found the words 
to say "I'm sorry."

One day this will fade-
the longest way around is the shortest home.
One day this will fade.



Man Called War