I cut my hand on a carpet knife
Tearing out the mold-dark night
Nothing goes quite as wrong
As when you truly try
After years and years and years of just getting by

Letting the summer wind
Blow the rain in
And the curtains drip on the floor
With every storm a little more was breaking
Now I can’t afford replacing the warped boards
The house is getting old

Broke my crown soaking up storm light
Held my breath to arrest the slide
Julie wrote it down
Said: “don’t forget,
Dead head to keep on growing,
Or learn to stomach your regrets
Cause the summer wind’s
Gonna blow the rain in
Til the curtains drip on the floor
With every storm
You’ll find a little more is breaking
And you can’t afford replacing the warped boards
And curse getting old”

But other words blow in
On the same warm wind
Filling cracks with honey dripping from the comb
It still feels like home
Can’t help it, it feels like home

Cut my hand on a carpet knife
Held my breath to arrest the slide
It feels so wrong in the mold-dark night
Then you peeled those sodden curtains from my eyes
Awoke to golden light
Tell the family I’m doing alright

Still Feels Like Home

Roll it away 

I’ve eaten gloom, “goodbyes” said by thousands before noon
It came on quick and sickly strong
Like shooting Turkey after dad was gone

Roll it away, roll it away
You’re more than just the sum of tunes you play
The simple truth: there’s more to say
But when it’s time the next line finds a page

I was scared to swim
Water up the door was leaking in
I thought to call, but didn’t cave
Though the urge came on me wave on wave

Roll it away, roll it away, 
Fly my little yearnings to your graves
Then to blue, deep breath, alive
I will strip the skin off of my scales and dive

I can’t feel your pain but I’ve spun and worn and wove the cloth of rain
A shiver loosed betrays the bet
I will whet the blade to lose the best thing yet

I need a bridge
A crutch to clutch through the worst of it
I’m so glad you called, I was really in a fit
A hit of warm to curb the loneliness
Better than I’d hoped, worse than I’d wish

Roll it away, roll it away
May the star of your tomorrow shine today
Be the blue in growing green
May you dance on summer’s edge of dream

Roll it Away

Breath and Kindling

Just a little song I wrote to try and entertain some friends who were waylaid by the hurricane...

I ain't talking about the weather it will be just fine
You know that you can swallow all the water and the wine
You're big enough
And good enough
And tough enough to know    
That the world's your fucking oyster 
Suck it down until you're full

I don't give a fucking hoot
If the rain falls down on me
I prefer to get it wet and hot and dirty in the streets
I worry about the others who have no place they can be
But the worry falls right off because I'm at capacity

I don't ever, ever, ever
Ever want to see it fade
I don't want the coming darkness
I don't want the clouds to cave
And crumble in around me with a hateful drawn out roar
I don't want the old black water
Creeping round and past my door

So please be Bridget, please be Bridget, please be Bridget be
Be the person who already has plans B and C through Z
Get us through the coming darkness
When that Harvey starts to fall
There's friends in Indiana who we have to call

Harvey

There's poison in some boxes by the wall
Arrested night in pellets for the small
They'll be dragging chains
And ringing tiny silver bells
Turning my halls to heaven
(They'll be working on their mice moves, those in rodentia blues)

It’s goodbye friends, time to go
To me, it’s already tomorrow
I’ll see you soon, I hope that’s true
But until then know I love you

I woke up feeling I could cry
I went to bed too early and too high
I flew on my bed all night
Craving weight to fight off the leaven

I want you to go away, and when I don’t want that I want you to stay 
It’s hard to be human in this day in age
Whip you with a carrot slack-rat, you gotta behave

Bowled at All-Stars Alley  yesterday
Lost a game but I was so glad to play 
I threw my ball down the lane
Debbie’s pickin’ up spares to complement my sevens

Tio Savich

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