Poi lyrics
Over in cheshcat's journal, sassenach1970 asked, after I had posted some lyrics to Poi's Thanksgiving, asked: what other lyrics do you like? AFter thinking about it for a few minutes, I decided that it was much more of a post than a comment, so here are my favorite PdP lyric snippets, broken up by album and song. I've probably forgotten some, but these are the ones I could bring up top-of-head while waiting for things to build today.
From SutCRF:Here are some of them that have previously made their way into my journal. There are probably others.
From Over the Top:
Strike me down, throw me down, sink me deep into the sea
Then pull me up through the roots right to the leaves
Every searching finger is working back home
Every bone broken, scattered and undone
From the green album:Every single word in Fruitless. And then every single word in Fruitless a second time.
From Circle Around the Sun: Time is an ocean, and I'm set to swim and I'm tumbled by her.
From Sound of Water: I saw a picture of you and it took me through so many visions of you I couldn't stand it. But I, I sat it through.
From Fact of Life:
Relentlessly climbing and conquering and swallowing
Fresh pain
Melting reemerging and rising up
clean in the pouring rain
Rise up clean in the pouring rain, only to drop down and decay again
From Wishing Like a Mountain, Thinking Like the Sea:From. . . hmm, can't remember:
There is no nationalism, there is no sole religion
Those are ideals of the past, they don't work here anymore.
From Bury Me Deep:
And you who say that in death we will pay,
The dead they can't hear a word that you say.
Your words are not kind, sober or giving.
They only put fear in the hearts of the living
From Praise the Lord:
'Cause I was just down at the sea and it occurred to me
That I like to feel it knock me down,
Twist and throw and churn me around.
'Cause it's mother ocean and I'm just one of her sons.
And she can do just what she wants to me
And I know she does nothing purposely.
I must respect, that goes unsaid, but it's all just a twist of fate.
From Volo Volo:From Lackluster: Beautifully Pained like an angel in purgatory, wrapped up and exalted, immaculate in melancholy
From Collarbone: Desire hangs on for dear life on the window sill of the collarbone of the one I love.
From Jack Ass Ginger:
Cut by a blade of grass fell slain by a drop of rain.
Lay fallow fallen forty feet onto pastures of catastrophe
Sucked out set adrift set asea, floor board decked out with uncertainty
In open doldrums oceans of unknowable emotions
From The Hardest Thing: Nothing will hold us here but our desire to be
From Tall: And I guess you need an excuse to fall / If you're gonna pretend to fly at all
From Pomegranate:From Catacombs:
Open my mouth, the air dilutes my thoughts,
words are like a string that I pull out of my mouth,
like a tapeworm eating me from inside out,
words are like a string that I pull out of my mouth. "
From Complicated: Sorrow is an angel that comes to you in blue light and shows you what is wrong just to see if you'll set it right
Most of God's Gallipoli, especially:
Maple angel leaves once shifted in the trees
when light was a truly wondrous thing.
But now they crackle under my feet
like the old life's longings of sailors
once robust in buttons and coats
now just mud and bone and teeth beneath me.
Grist for stardust, the bone crushing rock of ages. "
and
You know the thing that haunts me the most are all those crystalline moments where adrenalin and light filled my belly and head.
From Diamonds and Buttermilk:
Licking the butter from your lilicoi lips
and deep-sea diving for the oyster in your hips.
Gonna suck your kiwi right through my teeth
Gonna split your pomegranate
Gonna suckle on your seeds.
From In Seed Comes Fruit:From Keep the Faith: Faith is the substance of what you hope for, the evidence of things that you just can't see.
From Simple Song:
I'm happy to see you every time I see you coming my way
I get so excited and calm somehow deep down inside
and, describing his mother's bipolar disorder:
. . . she swung from vivacious to blue . . .
and:
I'm turning my back on words now,
No more weight the worth of observations.
The poet's voice dry with the thirst por ferfection,
And I just want to sing a simple song.
I could feel the empty eggshells
Of dreams in the hollow of my skull
Blown by taunting winds across floors
Of a remembrance of an enthusiasm when
As a young boy full of trust and belief in the ether
And my own ability to pull the sword from the stone
-- I could envision it all! --
-- Breathe life into it and give it wings! --
Hold the gift of a dove in my hands and set it free.
Where do the souls of unrealized dreams go?
Do they twist and turn with incompletion?
Or vaporize life butterflies in fields of zen-like resolution?
and, fine, that's most of Simple Song.
While I love Natural Thing, it's generally lyrically poor (Frank was going through a non-lyrical phase at that point). There are bits of Come Together and That's the Way Love Is that I like, but then we're trending into Poi's covers -- which is a whole other ball game.
From SutCRF:Here are some of them that have previously made their way into my journal. There are probably others.
From Over the Top:
Strike me down, throw me down, sink me deep into the sea
Then pull me up through the roots right to the leaves
Every searching finger is working back home
Every bone broken, scattered and undone
From the green album:Every single word in Fruitless. And then every single word in Fruitless a second time.
From Circle Around the Sun: Time is an ocean, and I'm set to swim and I'm tumbled by her.
From Sound of Water: I saw a picture of you and it took me through so many visions of you I couldn't stand it. But I, I sat it through.
From Fact of Life:
Relentlessly climbing and conquering and swallowing
Fresh pain
Melting reemerging and rising up
clean in the pouring rain
Rise up clean in the pouring rain, only to drop down and decay again
From Wishing Like a Mountain, Thinking Like the Sea:From. . . hmm, can't remember:
There is no nationalism, there is no sole religion
Those are ideals of the past, they don't work here anymore.
From Bury Me Deep:
And you who say that in death we will pay,
The dead they can't hear a word that you say.
Your words are not kind, sober or giving.
They only put fear in the hearts of the living
From Praise the Lord:
'Cause I was just down at the sea and it occurred to me
That I like to feel it knock me down,
Twist and throw and churn me around.
'Cause it's mother ocean and I'm just one of her sons.
And she can do just what she wants to me
And I know she does nothing purposely.
I must respect, that goes unsaid, but it's all just a twist of fate.
From Volo Volo:From Lackluster: Beautifully Pained like an angel in purgatory, wrapped up and exalted, immaculate in melancholy
From Collarbone: Desire hangs on for dear life on the window sill of the collarbone of the one I love.
From Jack Ass Ginger:
Cut by a blade of grass fell slain by a drop of rain.
Lay fallow fallen forty feet onto pastures of catastrophe
Sucked out set adrift set asea, floor board decked out with uncertainty
In open doldrums oceans of unknowable emotions
From The Hardest Thing: Nothing will hold us here but our desire to be
From Tall: And I guess you need an excuse to fall / If you're gonna pretend to fly at all
From Pomegranate:From Catacombs:
Open my mouth, the air dilutes my thoughts,
words are like a string that I pull out of my mouth,
like a tapeworm eating me from inside out,
words are like a string that I pull out of my mouth. "
From Complicated: Sorrow is an angel that comes to you in blue light and shows you what is wrong just to see if you'll set it right
Most of God's Gallipoli, especially:
Maple angel leaves once shifted in the trees
when light was a truly wondrous thing.
But now they crackle under my feet
like the old life's longings of sailors
once robust in buttons and coats
now just mud and bone and teeth beneath me.
Grist for stardust, the bone crushing rock of ages. "
and
You know the thing that haunts me the most are all those crystalline moments where adrenalin and light filled my belly and head.
From Diamonds and Buttermilk:
Licking the butter from your lilicoi lips
and deep-sea diving for the oyster in your hips.
Gonna suck your kiwi right through my teeth
Gonna split your pomegranate
Gonna suckle on your seeds.
From In Seed Comes Fruit:From Keep the Faith: Faith is the substance of what you hope for, the evidence of things that you just can't see.
From Simple Song:
I'm happy to see you every time I see you coming my way
I get so excited and calm somehow deep down inside
and, describing his mother's bipolar disorder:
. . . she swung from vivacious to blue . . .
and:
I'm turning my back on words now,
No more weight the worth of observations.
The poet's voice dry with the thirst por ferfection,
And I just want to sing a simple song.
I could feel the empty eggshells
Of dreams in the hollow of my skull
Blown by taunting winds across floors
Of a remembrance of an enthusiasm when
As a young boy full of trust and belief in the ether
And my own ability to pull the sword from the stone
-- I could envision it all! --
-- Breathe life into it and give it wings! --
Hold the gift of a dove in my hands and set it free.
Where do the souls of unrealized dreams go?
Do they twist and turn with incompletion?
Or vaporize life butterflies in fields of zen-like resolution?
and, fine, that's most of Simple Song.
While I love Natural Thing, it's generally lyrically poor (Frank was going through a non-lyrical phase at that point). There are bits of Come Together and That's the Way Love Is that I like, but then we're trending into Poi's covers -- which is a whole other ball game.