Right Before the Last Waves Took Vestris
It's not the dam
Built behind your eyelids
Despite the constantly turning cheek
In the many stabbing swords of
Your patience
I saw you spring a leak
Right before the last wave took Vestris
Not a sound from the deck was heard
It's not the fault of the man who built it
When the captains overboard
In the predawn throes of Her sinking-
In the strange blue light of your eyes
Pitched a boat off the coast of Virginia
In some dim and loveless tide
And you swooned to the bottom,
To the seaweed and bone
and there you found me waiting for you
All awreck upon the stone
Tower
They blew out the dam
last night a wave a mile high
Washed out the towns
Iron ore and mudflow
Coffined the valley below
I woke up
Tried to shake away the dream
I watched the rain swallow the street
Out my window
I looked out
From the hearts ATC tower
I called to ground your crow winged shadow
Down below
You radioed across that ancient runway
Our love made known in its jeopardy
Clenched fists find God in rough
landings
And tonight it's gonna snow
You can believe in all your doubts
People talk shit, I dont know what about
You saw me clear in a seconds time-
I saw the Christ lookin’ out your eyelids
I don’t have the answers now
I got the mind, just laying around
But if i could do this life again, I swear
You would always find me standing right here
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Palms
If I could see you at dawn
Black soot from the palms
Astreak on your fore
If I could be of use
Just once in a blue moon or more
Its not the weight of the world
Its just the soft-rot bow of the floor
Its just the weight of the world
Its just that i've been wrong before
Oh, you're tired too?
I ask myself this every day
I have no faith to give
Just a weak kind of toothlessness and space
If It's not the end of the world
Its (must be) it's falling into place
It's not the end of it all
It must be a strange kind of grace
It must be a strange kind of grace
It not the end of it all
It must be a strange kind of grace
Long Distance Driver
Long distance driver
Press me to your head
We can lose the miles
Somewhere in your bed
Late arriver
I dont care where you've been
I just want you to smile
Or at least pretend
you told me in the morning
about a dream you had last night
being lead by a soldier
through the gas station line
If this is the last year
Before things fall apart
Leave your name and number
And a credit card
Colorado
I saw him in the subway
I looked twice through the glass
Shadows are convincing
But hes never coming back
In negative 7
He was standing with a smoke
Just looking towards heaven
As if he knew the joke
Uncle was a gambler
With a butterfly tattoo
Somewhere down in florida
He did a favor For some dude
With a pistol in his glove box
It was open and shut
I met him the week he got out
At the wake of his son
Driving through Colorado
I thought of things
To boredom the weight of reality rings
Through highways and deserts
And cities and parks
And broke schools protected by the national guard
Most days i pass with my head in the dark
But today it seems so clear to me
Come and Change My Body
Come and change my body
Come and take the dim white breath of my lungs
You can break me open I don’t really
care about anything else at all
See the bones entangled
What am I and what do I become
All at once there’s nothing in the middle
Holding up the sum
Come and trace my likeness
Mark my word with the black smeared touch from your work
As if in some contending form of progress,
As if some kind of war
Come and drink my heartache
Draw a knife across that scarlet seal
Take a sip, now break that cup you drank from
Underneath your heel
Connect to Host
Start a shitty job today
Leave it in a second
Drink a couple beers out back
looking for some severance
Get back on the dead horse
Ride until the morning comes
The hair of the sleeping dogs lie down
In the shadows of the red sun
Searching searching searching searching…
Souvenir Heart
You came as bird in a dream to my bed
Your talons sharp and wings dark and splintered
If you were born in fall
And never left that state
Then i was born in the middle of winter
In the grasp of your palms and your pale craning neck
Well, you looked like some kind of martyr
Is it the down that refines all the bones of your back
Or the pierced skin that makes you harder
I will sort through the stacks of the souvenirs hearts
I will work until my hands start to blister
Like a paper mache artifact i will not be afraid when my loneliness crumbles
Walking last night on the road to your house
I felt calm and capable, my heart beat patient
In the cross cut winds, I thought I heard the funeral
Train of thought leave the station.
I’ll See You In My Mind
Vermont is not like washington
Theres space and cows and big green mountains
I hope one day ill see you smiling
In the rear view mirror as you go
Driving away
Hey-ill see you in the springtime
I’ll see you in the summer
If i make good on time
Ill see you in my mind
I been thinking about contradiction
Between response and submission
That love is work if it us true
And yet sometimes the heart does not get to choose
Some people want what they resemble
Some people become what it is they want, or what theyre shown
Sometimes i think its your far-awayness
That makes me chase my own shadow
Hey-ill see you in the springtime
Hey- ill see you in the summer
If i make good on time
I'll see you in my mind