I spend my spare time writing letters to the moon
I ask advice and I sign each letter, "Write back soon.
Kind regards..."

And the stars never write me
Spinning out there in the void
I know they're busy
I know it's hard

I cut out pictures and I keep them on my wall
Look out the window at the end of the hall
Can't see the stars

And the stars never write me...

Heartbreak is for people with hearts

And the stars never write me...


We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at our shoes

Oregon trails an invitation
Fiction and an unfamiliar sky
The GPS drones out its incantation
And I trace the dotted line

North along the freeway by the coast
Headlights come and go like passing ghosts
Dead deer along the shoulder like a message
That this road will never end
Just drive all night, begin again
Drive all night
Drive all night

A black Toyota pulling up beside me
A man who meets my eye and doesn't move
A requiem at 3 AM, the darkness holds my name again,
He follows for an hour, like a wolf

But finally I drive away from fear
In the redwoods and the fog, there's no-one here
Just the headlights and the music and the hours
And this road will never end
I'll drive all night, begin again
Drive all night
Drive all night

Exits come and go like passing time
Some days I wake up sad, some days I'm fine
and if I can keep on moving through the night
keep my tank from running dry
ten and two, just stay alive
I'll be alright
Drive all night

Queen Of The Night

I was rising, I was rising through the air
I was flying to our concert but I don't know where
Drifting over the rooftops, somehow I lost my friend
Woke up, forgot that song again

Grey worlds, why don't you remember?
Grey worlds, the chords in the Southern Cross
The notes we hear while dreaming in the darkness
The interval between the losing and the loss

At the mansion, on the lawn out by the lake
I was shouting, "You have to take care of my snake"
In your dream I punished you for a song you couldn't know
While in my dream I was drifting, looking for our show

Grey worlds, why don't you remember?
Grey worlds, the chords in the Southern Cross
The notes we hear while dreaming in the darkness
The interval between the losing and the loss

Well, I'm sorry, I'll say I'm sorry for the things I never did
If you're sorry for never learning the song you never heard
I don't see you that much these days, it's harder than I thought
To bridge that minor interval between the leaving and the lost

Grey worlds, why don't you remember?
Grey worlds, the chords in the Southern Cross
The notes we hear while dreaming in the darkness
The interval between the losing and the loss
The interval between the leaving and the lost

Grey Worlds

You're too cool for this Hallmark holiday
You see through all these capitalist displays
Red is the color of money and diamonds are sticky with blood
I know you're too smart for romance
Just too woke for love

You denounce the romantic-industrial complex
You rage against "love" as a euphemism for monogamous sex
You don't believe in forever, and certainly not with me
But I keep thinking never say never--what will be will be

Valentine, I know this is all so commercialized
And I can see I'm indoctrinated by society
There's no ethical consumption under capitalism, they're playing me for a fool
I wish I wasn't so stupid, wanting what I do
I wish I wasn't so stupid, wanting what I do

Too Woke For Love

You said it was lucky how we never wanted to fuck each other
Well, that's half true, I guess
I put my lipstick through the washing machine
Messed up the dress I was wearing the night we met

Stained forever
Cause red gets on everything 
Just ask Hester Prynne

A is an article, and also the note that drove Robert Schumann mad
And also the letter I was always reaching for,
Trying to be good

Red ink on paper
Scoring my notes against a key
Re(a)d books of judgment 
For the repeating note I wanted to be

Stained forever
Cause red gets on everything 
Just ask Hester Prynne

Scrubbing my shirts with acetone
Trying to get it, trying to take out that stain
Does lipstick have an antidote?
A is for Apple, S is for Snake and Sin
Imagine Robert Schumann 
Hearing that ringing, hearing that scarlet note
Hearing A forever

Listening to the Ghost Variations 
Streaming stops and goes sometimes 
Just like thoughts of you
A (,) beginning, but
My eyes are red from feeling so blue

Stained forever
Cause red gets on everything 
Just ask Hester Prynne

Variations On A Theme

Don't break the bones of the ones that you love, it's not polite
Don't fold your mouth like the corners of pages, just learn to smile

Kicking the sacrificial lambs down the road like a dented can
Making a list of your exes and woes in a pretty hand
Turn the other cheek, then take the pen and turn the page
Move the bullets over, marking the ones who stayed
Write the number down, and then keep writing

Erasers and markers that glow in the dark and look like candy
Stand still in the stationery store and celebrate that you're still standing
Announcements at work saying, "Big changes coming"
You've gained ten pounds, if wishes were horses, then weight would be money

Kicking the sacrificial lambs down the road like a dented can
Making a list of your exes and woes in a pretty hand
Turn the other cheek, then take the pen and turn the page
Move the bullets over, marking the ones who stayed
Write the number down, and then keep writing
Write the number down, and then keep writing

Bujo

I circle around that feeling
Letting it catch in my throat
Look through the windows that are lit up in the night
Let's call this the fear of missing out
I carry a bundle of worried words in my mouth
Warm and wet and green and bitter as flowers
And I hope that if I hang them around my neck like clouds
The faces of strangers will slowly swing open like doors

And I feel afraid sometimes
That I'm just a prop in the scenery
If I go and they remain
I'll dissolve in the world like a spoonful of sugar in tea
Gone but maybe the world's a little sweeter without me
Gone but maybe the world's a little sweeter without me

I hope that they don't see who I really am
Sometimes I wish that I were a machine
Programmed to pony up pellets of wit or of love
Guaranteed to give them what they need
Sitting on the patio of the High Noon at 3 AM
I shouldn't be smoking or talking about myself
But every so often, a cigarette slips into my hand
And every so often, confessions slip into my mouth

Like I feel afraid sometimes
That I'm just a prop in the scenery
If I go and they remain
I'll dissolve in the world like a spoonful of sugar in tea
Gone but maybe the world's a little sweeter without me
Gone but maybe the world's a little sweeter without me

Sugar In Tea

In the wood-paneled room
Where heartbreak lives
I met you
We were both in our coats
Bundled up
To keep us from cold
We unfolded our arms like reverse origami and drew each other in
Ripped the scarf from your neck and the clothes from your body to feel your naked skin
You were so debonair
Sour smell of your breath, dirty stink of your hair
You waltzed with me, lit by the sodium flare
And I called you by name
My old lover, Despair

Pin a rose to my breast
But sink it in deep
Into my chest
I looked out the window as we left the station and saw you run alongside
And I cried to you, reached out my hand for you, "I'll love you until the day I die"
Would I lie?
No, I'll never say goodbye
Your dirty hair reeks of greasy old memories
Oh, I'll love you forever
So dance with me

Dirty Hair

Chucke loves Raquel and Raquel loves Chucke, 
And oh my darling, I feel so lucky
To love you
Raquel loves Chucke and Chucke loves Raquel, 
And my heart is singing like a bell that's ringing
Because of you

I know things can be hard sometimes
It's OK to cry, it might hurt today
But tomorrow will be better
Yeah tomorrow will be better

Every day the sun comes up 
And sings a happy tune
When it's time, she'll close her eyes,
and listen for the moon to sing:

I love dogs and pizza pies and flowers and rainbows up in the sky, 
and you
C-H-M-I-P, I don't know what that spells, but I know I believe 
In you

I know things can be hard sometimes
It's OK to cry, it might hurt today
But tomorrow will be better
Yeah tomorrow will be better

My heart is singing like a bell that's ringing

Chucke

Form follows function and function follows need
But conspicuous consumption still makes me feel so sharp and well-dressed
Just as good as all the rest of them
Like I might win
Like I might win

I subdivide desires into needs and into wants
But do the Joneses own their own home or do you think they rent it, should I
Buy a house or buy a diamond ring?
Cause I need things
Better things

Veblen

This is the book I've been writing all of my life, a page at a time. 

Typewriter keys click, click like the camera shutter, shunting moments into sleep, where I read the book of mediocrity.

Photos of flowers and poems that rhyme, neatly metered lines, manicured measure of my time.

Do the birds in the trees have a purpose or do they just sing?

Do the fish in the sea dream of greatness or do they just swim?

Believing being is enough, and saving love for the book of mediocrity. 

So many stars out in the sky, too dim to be seen, still secretly shine.

The Book Of Mediocrity

Prima Mestre, poi ponte, poi Santa Lucia
Città palinsesto, amore e nemica mia
Fondamente di pergameno
Raschiate e riciclate per ripassi
Riusate, macchiate dai passi

Città palinsesto, ogni campo e minuto
Scritto e riscritto con centinaia di storie
La mia cancellata
Ma te la ricanto da memoria
Dimenticata dalla città come ogni straniera
Dimenticata dalla città come ogni straniera

Ed io, studentessa, con stivali di gomma neri
Sola, un po' innocente, con un mostro per proprietaria
Persa e senza parole
Fantasmi di me anni fa, così giovane
Galleggiando affogati nel canale

Inverno, acqua alta, sorgendo nella strada
Invisibile, camminando nella città incantata
L'acqua non scendeva
Alta fino a bocca e poi capelli
Affogavo nella storia, fra passarelle

Ritorno

soundcloud for miscellaneous junk (class assignments, 50/90 or FAWM demos, etc.) 

Other projects of mine you can go check out:

https://soundcloud.com/gentle-brontosaurus
https://soundcloud.com/vowl-sounds
https://soundcloud.com/redtapediaries
http://www.tldrband.com

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