2 songs
I haven't updated in a while, mainly because I've only been writing songs and not poems. This is bad. I know. Shame on me. I just haven't been able to write anything super serious lately. Why is beyond me. Anyway, here are the two songs I've most recently written. The first will be on the recording we're releasing soon. I'm pretty sure the second one won't.
The Desert Song
Been in this desert six days,
walking for three
left my car along the way.
Got not water, got not gasoline.
And the static in my periphery
has become symmetrical
and bleeds into the sandy
textures of these arid wilds
Darling I think I may never return home
so stop waiting around by the telephone.
But god, I never thought I’d die alone
and leave the carrion to pick my bones
My legs failed me two days in
and I fell down on my knees
I’ve been crawling ever since
searching for some sort of reprieve
And my days are boiling hot
and during nights I freeze
beneath the cold and burning stars
that haunt this life I lead
I’ve prayed for days and days
to live to see the sea
and the luck to find a place
to fill my parched canteen
Darling I think I may never return home
so stop waiting around by the telephone.
But god, I never thought I’d die alone
and leave the carrion to pick my bones
Young Love Blues
You were lying in bed, lost in your dreams
still wearing your favorite blouse and a pair of blue jeans
we’d be drinking all night from a bottle of scotch
making time move much slower than your watch
and you whispered in my ear about a half past two
"I’m far too young to be in love with you"
You were holding me tight, you hands around my hips
and your lipstick had ended up all over my lips
and you began to sway like you were in a trance and
you said, "I don’t have to love you for us to dance
yeah, you said "you’re my guy, so let’s just do what we do
but remember I’m far too young to be in love with you"
So I put down the needle it was an old jazz song
Miles Davis blowing his heart through his horn
so we started dancing, just to fill up time
and our breathe switched places, and you became mine
but when I was crossing my t’s at the top of my groove
I said “I’m far too young to be falling in love with you”
And you pulled away, pressed your back up against the wall
said “do you mean what you said” and I said what do you mean, doll
and you said “don’t give me that” as you walked up to me
said “are you really falling in love with me”
and I was real taken aback, scared enough to tell the truth
so I said “Yeah, babe, I mean it, I’m in love with you”
and you got back inside my arms and you started to sway
and I was so confused I swear that night turned to day
and you said “Babe, I’ve been lying, and I must tell the truth
truth is I’m much too young, but I’m in love with you.
The Desert Song
Been in this desert six days,
walking for three
left my car along the way.
Got not water, got not gasoline.
And the static in my periphery
has become symmetrical
and bleeds into the sandy
textures of these arid wilds
Darling I think I may never return home
so stop waiting around by the telephone.
But god, I never thought I’d die alone
and leave the carrion to pick my bones
My legs failed me two days in
and I fell down on my knees
I’ve been crawling ever since
searching for some sort of reprieve
And my days are boiling hot
and during nights I freeze
beneath the cold and burning stars
that haunt this life I lead
I’ve prayed for days and days
to live to see the sea
and the luck to find a place
to fill my parched canteen
Darling I think I may never return home
so stop waiting around by the telephone.
But god, I never thought I’d die alone
and leave the carrion to pick my bones
Young Love Blues
You were lying in bed, lost in your dreams
still wearing your favorite blouse and a pair of blue jeans
we’d be drinking all night from a bottle of scotch
making time move much slower than your watch
and you whispered in my ear about a half past two
"I’m far too young to be in love with you"
You were holding me tight, you hands around my hips
and your lipstick had ended up all over my lips
and you began to sway like you were in a trance and
you said, "I don’t have to love you for us to dance
yeah, you said "you’re my guy, so let’s just do what we do
but remember I’m far too young to be in love with you"
So I put down the needle it was an old jazz song
Miles Davis blowing his heart through his horn
so we started dancing, just to fill up time
and our breathe switched places, and you became mine
but when I was crossing my t’s at the top of my groove
I said “I’m far too young to be falling in love with you”
And you pulled away, pressed your back up against the wall
said “do you mean what you said” and I said what do you mean, doll
and you said “don’t give me that” as you walked up to me
said “are you really falling in love with me”
and I was real taken aback, scared enough to tell the truth
so I said “Yeah, babe, I mean it, I’m in love with you”
and you got back inside my arms and you started to sway
and I was so confused I swear that night turned to day
and you said “Babe, I’ve been lying, and I must tell the truth
truth is I’m much too young, but I’m in love with you.