• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Black Bear - Nicole Vaughn
• Black Bear - Breathe Owl Breathe
• In The Arboretum - Black Bear
• I Knew What I Was - Black Bear
• Your Princess Is Priceless - Black Bear
• Black Bear - Black Bear
• Australia Olympia Poughkeepsie - Black Bear
• Flicker Wings - Black Bear
• Like Venice - Black Bear

Baby black bear asleep in the cave
hibernating his days away
but don't you ever want to come out and play in the snow?
your mama was shot by a hunter
you've got your papa bear but he ain't like her
to keep you warm you need another like me
I went walking through the forest one day
followed tracks and was lead astray
a storm came and tore me away now I'm here
I'm lost and lonely too
you need me as much as I need you
won't you come outside?
I'll be yours and you'll be mine
make a den until the springtime
just the two of us, the two of us
come on let's head upstream
where the fishing's good and the grass is green
live the life you can only dream of with me
come on now don't be shy
show your face to me in the moonlight
won't you come outside?
I'll be yours and you'll be mine
make a den until the springtime

When everyone has turned against you,
turn to the northern hemisphere.
When everyone has turned against you,
turn into a black bear.
Timber wolf, you have been driven off.
Return to where you are from.
Before, before you turn.
Canadian loon in the middle of the lake.
Her back is black with white spots just like the night.
Canadian loon, there's no reason to be afraid.
The black bear's back is black, and he swims away.
(Canadian Shield!)
And I became the black bear
Oh how they sang to me.
The timberwolf, the loon, my only friends.
She sings on the water, and he sings on the mountain.
And their voices carry, carry me.

Everything is wet
In the arboretum
Everything is wet
In the arboretum
I am wet
In the arboretum
Its the middle of June
The end of rainy season
Its been a year since i made love to you
Its been a year since i made love to anyone
Everything is wet
In the arboretum
Everything is wet
In the arboretum
Oh i got it got it got it bad
This time
If i every get you get you back
Its gonna be for good
Everything is wet
In the arboretum
Everything is wet
In the arboretum
I am wet
In the arboretum
Its the middle of June
The end of rainy season
Everything is quiet
In the end of evening
Everything is quiet
In the end of evening
I am quiet
In the end of evening
I don't really want her back

You cut your hand
On a glass in the sink
And you called my name
And you bled too much
And you were scared of your blood
And so was I
It was too much
But I knew what I was there for
And i wrapped you up
Yeah I wrapped up your cut
You didn't bleed as much
And I took you to the hospital
Were they stiched you up
I wish i could have sewn you up
The doctor was a jerk
He told you not to cry
But i held your other hand
And I knew what I was there for
And I told you to cry
If you wanted to cry
You had bled too much
You had bled enough
For one day

I wrote a letter to my ex-lover's mother to thank her for learning to like me
Seeing as I was an unlikely suitor
your princess is priceless I hope that you know that
I'll write a letter to my next lover's father to tell him one hell of a daughter
his beautiful baby that makes me so happy
your princess is priceless I'm so glad you know that
I look at pictures of my ex-lovers summer that she lived with me and my parents
wearing our clothes in the pool from the puddle stomping that we did
we could have gone naked
I will take pictures of my next lover and color my walls with the face of another
beautiful baby that makes me so happy

In the woods, in the mountains there's a good place to begin
The song about a black bear living in his black bear den
Doing all the black bear things a black bear just might do
I hope in my next lifetime I could be a black bear too
And here comes black bear now, crashing through the brush
Unfazed by thorns and branches that would hurt me to the touch
In pursuit of some small animal, the food chain is a truth
And the bear has the advantage of the massive claw and tooth
But he'll also stop for berries or honey from the bees
Or nuts that he can shake down from the canopy of trees
And afterwards he'll have his choice from any stream to drink
While I'll fill up another cup from my old kitchen sink
And if he wants he'll have a nap and dream his black bear dreams
And I could only dream of black I dream I drink from streams
And as he sleeps he hears a breeze and knows that he is safe
While I'm sleeping with the fan on to drown out my lack of faith
The simplicity of solitude it's a hard thing to perfect
Stealing happiness from loneliness is not a simple theft
A black bear has it figured out and gets what he deserves
And the fur that he is wearing is the fur that he prefers
And when he stared across the river into my eyes it made me shiver
And I knew that it was lovely to have a black bear thinking of me
And when he thinks, he is thoughtful and when he rests he is restful
And when he runs he runs the fastest he spins the earth right on its axis
And that's his gift to all showing us the sun
Keeping time for everyone a steady beating drum
And all the dirt he bounds upon he'd leave his heavy track
That is deep when he is young and blue but deepest when he's black
Cause colour for the black bear is a synonym for age
If I were one then I'd be in my cinnamon phase
Instead I am 22 and the decades weight a ton
This new century's essentially a bullet from the gun
It takes coffee pots that cost a lot just to stay abreast
But coffee hits my sense of loss and makes a nervous wreck
The simplicity of solitude is a hard thing to perfect
Stealing happiness from loneliness is not a simple theft
But the black bear has it figured out and gets what he deserves
And the fur that he is wearing is the fur that he prefers
And when he stared across the river in to my eyes it made me shiver
And I knew that it was lovely to have a black bear thinking of me
And when he thinks, he is thoughtful and when he rests, he is restful

My stomach becomes hollower
The more I eat alone
I can hardly stomach
Getting you on the phone
I feel like an idiot
Every time I see you
And I feel like you're an idiot too
I say you look great
I've lost a lot of weight you say
My old clothes don't even fit
remember my denim jacket
Of corse I do
You wore it all three years
through camping trips and irrational fears
Australia
Olympia
Poughkeepsie
Oh Poughkeepsie
I'm sick and I'm tired
I shouldn't be singing
I'm gonna lose my voice
But it doesn't really matter
Because I've got no one

The leaves were off the hardwoods, I could see into the tree, and there I spotted Flicker Wings and back she spotted me.
Feeling bold against the colder months I nodded to her glow, we showed each other what we held, yielding what we know.
And she is a rare bird and I am a bird caller. Soon I'd call her my lover, cause birds of the same feather flock with each other.
And now I can identify by the colors in her chest; identify with the melody she builds within her breast. And simply by example of the lines that draw her face, she gives me daily lessons on the grace of organic shape.
And she is a rare bird, and I am a bird watcher. I could watch her for hours in a birdbath under a downpour of autumnal showers.
I saw in Flicker Wings what she saw in me: the mist and the mixture of love mystery. We could talk for forever and between the sheets where her a couple of poetic feats.
But November pretender, we all have some cuts. To attend to ourselves we must fend for or bust. But the bigger amber(?) that you gave from a flame can cast warmth to help melt through the ice chest of pain.
I can see her in the meadow perched upon her favorite horse that she named after the feeling he wells up inside her heart. Temperature is dropping here as winter rears its head, I'll invite her swift migration to the quilt-fold of my bed.
She is a rare bird and I am a bird caller. Soon I'd call her my lover, cause birds of the same feather flock with each other.
You know this and she knows this but we're for sure, in poetry and dreams a bird's a metaphor for girl. And I know her given name, we speak the same native tongue. Jamie my love I love you as you are untame and young.
And she is a rare bird and I am a bird watcher. I could watch her for hours under a downpour of autumnal showers.

Today I visited the Hiram M. Chittenden Locks and jumped in.
I was very certainly not supposed to do that.
Lake Union is separated from the Puget Sound by a waterway. In this waterway there is a lock system to negotiate a change in water levels. I'm not positive because I didn't read the placards, but I imagine this is necessary because otherwise the canal would be a currented river that flowed out to sea, and boats would be hard-pressed to make it east, back in the Lake Union, and in turn, Lake Washington.
I could be totally wrong though.
Regardless, the locks are one of the strangest of man made phenomena I have ever seen in action. The boats are channeled into a sort of holding tank; large metal doors shut behind them, watertight. Then some bells begin to ring, and quicker than you might imagine the boats float upwards towards you.
Whenever I take a bath, which these days is not often enough, I enjoy sitting in the tub as it is filling up, and even more when the water is draining out, and some layer of my body is going down the pipes with it.
I jumped over the railing today because I wanted to feel what it was like to swim in water that was rising. Aside from being difficult, in my jeans and hooded sweatshirt, and shockingly cold, the feeling was no different than swimming in a stable body of water.