Poison oak, some boyhood braveryWhen the telephone was a tin can on a stringAnd I fell asleep with you still talking to meYou said you weren’t afraid to dieIn Polaroids you were dressed in women’s clothesWere you made ashamed? Why did you lock them in the drawer?And I don’t think that I ever loved you [...]
Entries Tagged ‘Prose Decomposed’
Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts; Poolside; 0 for 1 and don’t forget spoons twice
Lukewarm folgers; mold on his moonpie
Rooms in his home that dissipate into fruit flies
Suicide lane wide load ride looting in the wake of an amicable marooning
My duty go from moving in packs to sharing food with a cat. [To Moms:] “it’s me, I [...]
Mary Ann, do you remember,
The tree by the river,
When we were seventeen,
I can’t ..calling in the answer,
And the .. in the pasture…his teeth.
I recall the sun in our faces,
Stuck in our engraces and be … to change
Radio and the pones we find frozen,
All the thornes and the roses beneath you though pain
I’m gonna sleep in [...]
A foundation built on nothing I could see
Secure in your immaculate perception
The last resort I ever thought I’d exercise
Now, all that I have to stand on
Grieving from a different point of view
I learned it’s meaning from you
In life and death
…But faith is just a
Mine is just a desperate act
Give him back
I owe him
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives [...]
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer’s day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you [...]
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what [...]
In light of their playing on Wednesday. And me going. 8)
And if the snow buries my,
And if my parents are crying
then I’ll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there’s no one else [...]
I’ve decided to rename this section from last week (the Mountain Goats’ Have To Explode being the initial entry) as Prose Decomposed, all though it’s not only prose, it’s combined with musics, which usually emphasizes anything written anyway. But hey it rhymes.
Without further ado: Okkervil River — No Key, No Plan
When I’m hosed and they’re [...]