2002 (MMII) was a common year that started on a Tuesday. In the Gregorian calendar, it was the 2002nd year of Anno Domini, the 2nd year of the 3rd millennium and of the 21st century, and the 3rd of the 2000s decade. 2002 was a palindrome year. By coincidence, the last palindrome year (1991) was also a common year starting on Tuesday. The next time this will happen is between 5995 and 6006.
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Bruce Douglas Cockburn OC ( /ˈkoʊbərn/ KOH-bərn; born May 27, 1945) is a Canadian folk/rock guitarist and singer-songwriter. His most recent album was released in March 2011. He has written songs in styles ranging from folk to jazz-influenced rock to rock and roll.
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I miss my sweetest friend
like a house on fire wants its ghosts back again.
We got all turned around, now let's turn ourselves in.
And so you know, you're always welcome home.
That door ain't ever gonna close,
and my heart ain't ever gonna close.
I've been wrestling horses to the ground.
I was the coldest gust of wind
and now the heart I belong in is frozen.
I've come scattered and unhinged,
oh where are my pacific oceans?
I've been wrestling horses to the ground.
I want to ride my bike out to Alaska.
I don't care what's there, I wanna see a moose.
Maybe I'll die out in Alaska.
Maybe I'll die beneathe the moon.
if you take this away i have no one to escort my fears
to the place i have built as my fear-fort. take this
away and i have no one to hope for, no reason to wait
through the winter's sad discourse. no moon-like escape
when the night needs a light source. the look on your
face when you loved what i stood for. your smell and
your taste like a note on the front door. a letter to
say i miss those sad arms of yours. so i lay in my room
and i dream of the colors that make water move and a
body discover why so many choose to lay with a lover.
because just when you think you're getting well you see
the ring around your heart is held by some sillouette
turned to walk away but you can tell had a lovely face.
remember the days when you stayed here long before i
had to erase all the pictures of horses you'd drawn on
the space between my night stand and headboard? so what
now, arrange in disappointment order old lovers' names
as a decorative border on a window pane while the days
just grow shorter? or are they the same and it's me
that grows colder? like a one kid army of the good
witch, all alone i raise my fist at night on my bike
around your neighborhood and shout, "make me pure, make
my heart good." well a vigil today is held in an
airport to remember and save a love that could not work
and that beautiful face i never did deserve. and the
ferns died away, the ones that we planted, too many
mistakes in the care that they wanted. just their
skeletons remain now the garden is haunted. and i'm
wasting away in Georgia but thank god New England's far
away, Massachusetts i once loved you but there's a
whole group of states now i dont want to set foot upon
where i found your diary's list of all the things you
never did that attic full of feelings hid when you were
such a shy kid. in bed do you lay under an afghan
humming and wait to find if the day ends without a
massive array of self-deprications? oh no wait, no it's
me who does that. oh no wait, wait it's me who does
I pull away from the city's jaws,
before they tear me to pieces,
and go on home to fall apart tonight.
Oh where you are tonight,
Oh is it far, tonight?
I wind through alleys and empty lots,
my endless arms are still reaching.
But it's your heart, you do with it what you want
tonight.
Now we're just feeding the cold
Now we're just starving the fever
Now my words just grow old
Baby where've you been sleeping?
Baby where've you been sleeping?
Your blankets look like ghosts out in the yar
where the willows are weeping.
The creases on your face from last night look like scars.
I feel everything in secret.
oh ramona, oh you know oh you know what i've done. i
sewed a map into your coat of all my lonesome, broken,
frozen floods. and i'd never seen, i'd never seen your
eyes so shut. i've never been good with emotions, so i
sealed them off into these frozen floods. but i can't
skate away on them. i slide and slip up on the surface.
while underneath is frozen, swollen mud. and all the
things i'm still afraid of. i'd let it all, i'd let it
all go numb but i'll be up all night until i know you're
all right. you set this town on fire, you set it alight.
oh i'll be up all night until i know you're all right, ou
all our saucers have broke in this little rocket home,
where we sleep like full-grown ghosts of twelve-year-
olds. and i'm waiting on you, Love. i got my heart all
set up, like a tug boat toy i drag along. a tug boat toy
i drag along. last night when i undressed, i drew a
lighthouse on my chest, and said a prayer for it, by
morning to have sunk in. and for a place we could talk,
some stoop or some parking lot with a couple cinder
blocks to sit on. your handwriting is an even mix of your
parents' influence. i hope i see it again. so i wait on
the porch, hold this memory up like a torch. and i think
of a friend, draft a letter in my head. and her image
clings like a cast to heal some fractured past. to heal
my past. to heal my past. your handwriting is an even mix
i slept next to your broken wrist and dreamt i was a vine
that grew out of a lovers' kiss and wrapped around your
spine. will you stay in my life? i wish we were tied
together sometimes. entwined by a family line. i wish i
was your sister sometimes like tonight. i'd dry your
eyes, you'd cough and then smile and say you'd be all
right. will you be all right? i'd trace the tatoo on the
back of your neck, there's a picture drawn there of the
place you left, whre you cannot see it but you can't
forget. it's there permanently like a badge of regret.
there's a row of ocean shells where there should be a
garden. one for each whispered word you could tell me,
one for each secret. so on shell stars in a dirt sky, i
wish you'd trade your secrets for mine. i'd plant them
and in time flowers would bloom and burst through the
room where we'd lie, they'd cover our eyes, i'd ve that
vine, the sun would shine in an endless spingtime. but
for now the flower pots only hold cigarette-butts.
there's a headstone above the nights we talked. there's a
different name whispered in your yard, but it sounds the
same as the one you want. and now i feel so overwhelmed,
i had to sit out by myself on the curb beside your house,
with my collar in my mouth. and the feelings that i felt,
i had to lay them all out in chalk-writing on the ground,
for you to step around. and the rain that ends the
drought and would've let our seeds sprout will just wash
out in the school yard, building a tomb for the beautiful
skeleton asleep in your parents' room. and you couldn't
find anyone to talk to so your heart was broken and
nobody knew until the doctors opened you and what they
found was the two halves beating separately and orbiting
around your body with energy that sprung forth from the
ground. your body's made of energy that comes from the
ground. there's a black bird sitting on your bones,
perched above your rib cage whistling the tones of a sad
organ pumping the only way it knows, like the sound of
ghosts thumping when the winter wind blows all those
voices coming quickly and rocketing around to make your
madness silky soft and white as down. with their cedar-
scented sadness and dressing gowns, they'll dry your
cheeks with the torn sleeves of their faded dressing
gowns. and how your love is like a vulture. and now it's
circling around and it makes the sweetest sound, "i will
be wanted. i will be wanted." and it feeds off what is
dead. how your love is like a vulture it feeds off what
is dead. and now it's circling around your head, how your
love is like a vulture, it feeds off what is dead. i will
be honest. i will be honest. i've not forgotten what i
said, come and find me when you're dead. my heart is
haunted. my heart is haunted 'cause now you're hanging
around, now you're hanging around in the hereafter.
happily ever after this, i said your name and blew a
kiss. goodnight my love, remember this, you'll always be
the one i miss. broken into shards just out of the womb,
did you sleep ok? i drew your name above me in the air,
and left my longing there. did you never know? oh how my
room just turned cold, and the night, and the road, and
the sky behind my home. is all the world afloat in the
bubbles you blow? am i just made of soap and the breath
of your throat? (when i hold to you it's like letting go
of a balloon.) my darling your gums are soft as
rhodedendrun buds. i want to become the sigh in your
lungs. so when you breathe in, just breathe me in. is all
the world afloat in your sleepy little boat? will i cough
and choke chasing a bottle with a note? when you breathe
i'm leaving this city before i'm frozen, before i'm
stuck here right in place. the highway may be strewn
with sin, but it's proven again and again: it's the
only way i'm saved. oh, chicago, you're as cold as the
heart of the candidate the night of the inauguration.
and like him, i don't expect you'll ever understand my
situation. i know, like him, your heart don't break.
'cause he grins as he's promising the mess he's gonna
make. and then he offers you a handshake, saying, "no
blood on my hands today." but when he grins, you see
it's his teeth that are blood-stained.
you told me once you were complicated, but i never knew
with you what to believe. you said you never give your
tricks away for nothing and you always keep something
up your sleeve. you say, "this circus has three rings
and nobody gets in for free."
now your pretty eyes, don't blink or i've got nothing
to look for. your pretty hands, don't put 'em in your
pockets or i've got nothing to reach for. your pretty
lips, don't turn away. don't pretend you've got nothing
to say.
see, mama, she was a poet, and at night she'd recite
her best verse. but she said, "crumple this when i go
and throw it from the window of my speeding hearse." i
had it bad but you have it worse. i had it bad and you
have it worse. and she said, "go out now. go out now to
the streets, girl. you go out there, now. you write
your own life story. and you alone decide if it's gonna
be a magazine or poetry."
and your pretty eyes, don't blink or i've got nothing
to look for. your pretty hands, don't hide 'em in your
pockets or i've got nothing to reach for. your pretty
lips, don't turn away. don't pretend you've got nothing
to say. you've got a lot to say. you've got a lot to
say. you've got a lot to say.
and i wish, always, that i could thank you, but i guess
i just don't know how. 'cause you said the best thing i
could do for you is to take good care of myself.
and you became a ghost before you wanted and my heart
is the home you've haunted. and every time i hear the
sirens sing, i feel footsteps inside of me. like your
heart beating, like my heart beating, like your heart
Baby, take off your shoes.
You and me, we ain't hardly through.
Until you treat yourself as well as I treat you,
baby, take off your shoes.
Why you tryin' to save me from you?
Can't you see I'm prepared for the blue
of your eyes when they find your heart's been a zoo?
Unlock the cages, set those wild animals loose.
Baby stay another night.
I was born to love you, I wasn't born to fight.
And you touched me that first time
like you'd known me all my life,
so baby, stay another night.
Let's don't say goodbye.
I don't wanna lose you,
I don't care who sees me cry,
But if you want that I should leave,
no I won't go asking why. But don't say it,
No don't say it, baby, don't say it. No, don't say it,
baby.
Aw babe, let's don't say goodbye.
the trees reach like hands to the sky from the land, and
toward each other, too, they bend. i watch them from a
window like an old, grey, tired widow, who was married
once to the handsomest of plans. i'm gonna sit at a table
over Christmas with Rachel, and we're gonna laugh about
the town where we were born. maybe i just need a
vacation, this spring drive with me to Portland. the sun
will cast our shadows like arrows to the ocean and keep
us warm. keep us warm. so cheer up my dear, the sky's not
always clear. there needs to come a setting sun before
the night stars appear. and those tree skeletons know
that winter has begun but with it comes a new year. no
next year won't unravel like this last one did, we'll
travel out to the water every chance we get. cause this
dream's as good as dead if we only let it live here
behind our eyelids. so cheer up my dear, rub your eyes
clear. a song can't be sung until you breathe and fill
your lungs with the cold, dark air. and a banner can't be
hung until you've climbed the lowest rungs of the ladder
learning here. oh you remember how your parents clapped,
waved and smiled. every little thing made them proud when
you were a child. well now you've grown and you're the
coolest kid i know, but somehow they lost their interest
long ago. well cheer up my dear. i'll always be here. and
the sky above you, the kids our age line up to love you,
and you have nothing to fear. there's a sky above you,
the kids our age, we line up to love you. and you have
i called your name on the greyest day. you're the only
one who ever listened anyway. and it taught me something
i guess i already knew. i still want you. cause we
touched like my dream come true, that the tree beside my
father's hosue would bloom and fill his yard up with its
sweet perfume and hide the scars i carved in its arms for
you. i make mistakes, then i'm on my way. lock him out
and the dog will finally stray, join the vandals, they
just want to be listened to. they just want proof. but i
have been a liar and a fool. i can forget anyting i want
to except for the image of you in your bedroom where your
body lies but your eyes can't hide the truth. the night i
left, come on, you were grateful for the news. you never
wept, just undressed and slept til noon. a secret kept it
a lover left unmoved, and so i lose. i can't balance my
brain, its like a tightrope come loose. i'm tied to the
train tracks like a desperate cartoon. or i'm bare and
i'm blank, if i could pray i would thank saint jude. a
the chemicals in my head i feel them sloshing an
swishing. i'm ok i keep my eyes closed wishing. there's
letters written but no letter sending. are you going to
treat people like they're never ending? are you going to
be ok or just keep pretending? moving my mouth over your
mason jar, tracing the space where your lips were. pinky
to thumb on my lover's hand, touch me as much as you
possibly can. i know i fell in love the way you crossed
your legs. afternoon on a quiet day. i think about when
you'll be forty. and maybe you'll have kids then, they'd
be really lucky. a lover a table a kitchen a tele. i'm
half paper airplane on my mother's side. but half isn't
enough to ever learn to fly. problems at home i've always
been asked. and, have you found yourself a safe place
yet? i say i can't move out, my home is my head. the
chemicals in my head i feel them sloshing and swishing.
i'm ok i keep my eyes closed wishing. there's letters
written but no letter sending. are you going to treat
people like they're never ending? are you going to be ok?
baby, i know i am crazy and it pains me to find you
spending all your time talking me down from heights and
watching for warning signs, looking into overcast eyes
that predict the coming storm and beg you to keep me
warm. they warn here comes another night of holding me
while i cry until the morning, so lock the doors, draw
the blinds, bring the furniture inside and wait for it to
start pouring, cause it's gonna come down in torrents.
somewhere and somehow i found you and suckered you into
this one-sided relationship, it was a dirty trick, the
truths i distorted, a simple bait-and-switch, a failing
circus of perforated promises like i am improving, it
will be worth it, i am improving, it will be worth it.
but it's nice of you to wait, while i make all my
mistakes. i can't say how long it will take, there's no
end in sight, i'm afraid. but the kindness you've
displayed without a hint of impatience, i pray that it
infiltrates my madness and calms all the mayhem. the city
wears rain like a veil, and i fail to meet her glance,
just the wail of an ambulance sails down the back of my
neck and leaves through my fingertips. everything's
coming up pale. i feel my body grey. i need perpetual
we're going to be waiting for a long time, but it'll be
worth it when we find what we find. and we won't be
frightened and we don't be nervous it's be perfect and
right. we'll find god in our lover's arms. we'll find god
in our lover's arms. we're going to be healing for a long
time but we won't be sleepless and we'll get better each
night. because we're not afraid of dying, we're afraid of
wanting never to die. you set your heart out in the
graveyard. go get your heart back from the great beyond.
and your milk tastes like breaking and your wrists smell
of peppermint and now you carry your sadness on your back
like a tortoise, as protection. and you sleep with a
blanket that you found on the pavement, and you cling to
it. and you want to be righteous, and you want to find
guidance, but nothing's come yet. but i read your stars
in a mason jar and you'll make love in the back yard and
you'll find god in your lover's arms we'll redefine god
as something that we want. redefine god as something that
i drove alone to Buffalo and scratched a heart around
your name on every rest stop vending machine i passed
along the way..
(i'd taken speed for days)
i took picture from the car window, these colored blurs
of time, and left them for you by the pay phones because
i can't call or write. it's just been too much time. the
road was without winter glow just dreary landscape and
the whimper of the radio and a rubberbanded picture of
your face around an old mix tape you'd made. i still
think i'm going home, i packed my things in crooked
lines, and took a pill i nicknamed hope to change this
mood of mine. like a mocking dog and pony show in the
back rooms of my mind, like a swim in the undertow, i
can't see it but i sure feel it all right. i miss you
oh silent night, oh holy night. the nights when you'd lie
down beside me, and i'd be a beggar by a well. i'd let it
all fall down, but i've never known a sense of home so
well. in a sea foam covered vacant lot, i'll lay it out
to fade off. oh silent night, oh holy night, the nights i
hung around outside til closing time, to drive you back
to your house. i'd let it all fall down, but longing's
sound is dog-howl loud. and all the pretty things you
said are still living in my head, but i know the silent
night is dead cause it's ghost comes back and visits, and
sits on the edge of my bed. yeah he just sits there, he
you're been drawing houses on your mattress and your
sheets with the hope it won't be long until it's all the
metaphor we need. and hung about your parents' dresser
was a portrait of the sea and all the months you second-
guessed their love and looked for it in me. lying in the
road with everyone you know wrapped around your wrists,
filling in the holes. the drugs are homeless ghosts
looking for someone to haunt, to be their host puppet
stage to act on. you say, "all i want is some concern or
someone to care for me." you raise your cup, say, "here's
to all the months you never noticed anything." a
blindfold, a hundred knotted ropes, your hands are
forming fists but there's nothing there to hold. filling
up bottles with dirty roof-touched rain and lining them
against the porch's edge and whispering as you say, "if
winter comes before i find someone to cover up this
stain, i'll lie down and cover it myself but never get up
again." now that you're a ghost, you're leaving little
notes taped up to the bricks, these sad and somber poems.
with ribbons of the palest yellow guaze i'll decorate
your dreams. and tie a knot or make a bow across any
planets are drifting as you lay with your eyes closed
sifting through the ground where the corn grows,
levitating from the inside out, your skin is shaking,
you're moving your mouth but no words come out. no words
come out. your pores are they leaking the taste of a corn
field where a jet plane collides with my windshield
everytime i think of you? i've only wanted to lay next to
you with no words allowed. no words allowed. when we're
buried underground meet me in the dead people's lounge.
my skeleton bones will still want to be with our skeleton
bones all peaceful and perfect. we won't make a sound. we
won't make a sound. sixty years later and so far from
Iowa, the boy in the field never dreamed that someday i
would, after all these years and these miles, fall in
love with his grandchild. i fell in love with his child.
i had a passion for strangers and prescription
painkillers. now is that so bad? i do what i do, but i
don't do what you did. we got a wicked ignition, and the
devil makes three, i'm just trying to rev up my engine.
are you trying to punish me? i was born to a little dead
angel. she dressed my wounds in tape and paper. she said,
"does it still hurt real bad? i am where i am and you're
where you're at." it's like there's searchlights on
inside me, and when they sail past my eyes you can see
the flicker of something i've been trying to find. we
weren't here at the same time, she was leaving just as i
arrived. she touched my hand as she went past, and said,
"your heart is all you have. and if asking for directions
proves that you are lost, well how else you ever gonna
get where you want?" i look at all the things i purchased
when i was feeling worthless, but the stores become
cages, holding blank faces and time wated. and time is
passing, time is dying, time is history, and in all this
time, the clocks hands never once reached out for me. but
you can tell now that i'm tired, oh it's exhausting to be
so diligent in my vigilance, to have a heart that never
sleeps. so this lullaby for lonesome bella can never be
complete, i might close my eyes to dreaming, but i don't
miss a beat. like a soldier up all hours waiting for the
enemy, i'm always watching, always guarding, oh my heart
You and me, babe, we got lost in the same maze
And I'm not great with change so let's stay lost, let's
stay
Are all those tears for me?
Or are some for who I'll never be?
At twilight's fading will you lay here and fade with me?
All these lost days
All these lost days
Are these out last days together?
This city knows no names,
I'v been looking for a heart in this heartless place
that's just made of mistakes, turn me off but don't turn
away
I know your mind is made and I'm still braying for a
shade of grey
but if something pure remains let's stay lost, let's stay
Oh desire, you built a fire in me
tears of white and grey fall upon your handle-bars and
mix in with the rain. oh what a day. you'd never seen a
brighter star, you'd never be the same. cause when we
touch, the shadow of a bicycle is no more beautiful than
us. so at dusk, meet me on old summer road in the autumn
cold to talk. kid genius, you built me a radio, said when
i feel alone, turn it on, and i'll find you there
somewhere with a tinfoil smile or like a star. with no
one ever there you'd laugh each time they didn't care but
now your sides ache and i came too late. with glitter in
your eyes you'd laugh each time you would've cried but
now your sides ache. you laughed until the tears came.
and now you've gone away, and in a little room i dream of
you and the picture in my brain doesn't fade like the
circles of a radio signal float out into space. and
before you lfet you came and hung a string of lights
around my bike as i slept. a sweet planet where fireflies
zoom like a hundred moons around your room in orbit is my
wish, and a ten-foot-tall mirror-ball hung from city
hall. and good magic. my constellation kid, i plotted the
routes you'd traveled through and the line i drew
connnecting it made a clear image of a lightening bold
through your childhood home, like the stories told on
your wrist. tears of white and grey. i'll never see a
I keep falling down over imaginary women
charades and dumb parades
of some malaise with kindred spirits.
is there some trick to finding out the truth?
Confucius say I'm so confused.
I keep fawning for the light of tired television.
I keep dog-pawing at the lap of indecision.
All this silence is for you.
All this silence is for you.
You're a jungle baby, I'm just a little panther.
You're a puzzle baby, I'm just a little answer.
If there's angst in my homage you'll be the first to
hear it.
If you're locked in my collage there's no reason to
fear it.
It just grew and grew and grew and grew.
Like a vine I grew and grew to you.
I should find the woods, my mind is good if I can clear
I'll be understood under the hood of leaves and lyrics.
My desire grew and grew and grew.
And now it's just too huge for you.
You're a party baby, I'm just a little dancer.
You're a puzzle baby, I'm just a little answer.
I can see you underneathe the fascade.
You're a dark night baby, I'm just a little lantern.
The street, the village green, the sleeping bakery
dreams with subway steam beneathe the balcony.
Let's flood the streets with chemistry all around this
town.
I have been the moon tonight
revolving around a planet
I don't even know if I can ever return to.
I broke all these roses for you
and I dropped your ring down the kitchen sink
so I wrote up this note just for you,
it's an apology in invisible ink.
Let's flood the streets with chemistry
all around this town.
I have been the moon but I'd
trade the quiet sky for a hungry cry
that I'd have no reply to ever return to you.
I leave clues where nobody sees,
secret thoughts on secret streets.
Dead balloons and a pair of wings.
I have been an ocean tide
a sailor's goodbye whisper in the night
i believe in outer space with radio towers and super
powers where the car in the drive way will be that of a
lover you have waited your life over for who's now
climbing the stairs to your door. i believe in a quite
place where mothers and daughters will lay by the water
and out in the landscape, all the love makers undressing
in freezing cold weather, they wont even mind the winter,
and sung through a megaphone, a lullaby gentle and strong
that reaches to planets unknown, that reaches out to
gallaxies far off. and the radio kids embrace with head
phones the size of their faces, they believe in an outer
space. they found what they believe in and it's right now
and it's instant and it's far away and it's distant. and
I said wait in the garden,
then I left you a lion, I know.
I said stay with the lion,
she's tame and she's trying. I know.
And it wasn't so.
I am what I don't know.
I am sorry though.
I said I'll be a bird,
and sing every word I know.
I said aw who could I hurt,
just a sweet singing bird. I know.
And it wasn't so.
I am what I don't know.
I am sorry though.
I said meet in the square,
there'll be vandals there but I won't.
I said my heart is your home,
there's no guard, there's no moat at all.
And it wasn't so.
I am what I don't know.
You sent me pictures of your neck.
How did you want me to react?
Oh, did you want me to respond?
Look, we can sleep anyway you want,
with my arms around your arms,
or I can sleep out in the car.
I got hung up on the wrong hook.
I'm tired of knocking wood
and not getting let in.
Your eyes are two deep pools of mud.
Maybe I got stuck.
Baby I got stuck.
My arms are tired, my throat is sore,
you're the only soldier fighting in this war
and I'm the fool still cheering you on.
The poems on the pages that you skipped,
they're just meaningless winglessness,
forget that they exist.
Now I'm sure you're keeping score.
You're the same trick I keep falling for,
the hurricane that hit my heart.
I missed the last turn before the interstate,
and the right words, but all too late
and you're doing great at moving on.
See, hidden in the pages of my notes
is a letter that I wrote to you, but never sent,
do you believe there is love beyond the living? ginger
will you be the one to hold me and let me tag along? i'll
tell you about everyone who's done me any kind of wrong.
puddle-jumper, muddy friend with a storm cloud overhead,
is it still too soon to care for a count to ten bear?
ginger all my dreams are of a phone that rings all day
long. i would sleep in your shirt and hibernate away the
hurt. nights are nice when i'm not scared that you don't
care that i'm not there. when all the phone calls are
returned, sleepyhead can rest assured. ginger could you
love me like a son, tire swing and front lawn? i want to
be your only child i want to feel your heart in mine.
don't let go on me now don't let go on me now don't let
the highway is a sorry scene. i'm freezing in the
passenger seat. i didn't want to leave so i just kept on
drinking. at first we were nervous, but you say all the
words that change the way my world turns, then it's bye
bye, baby, bye bye bye. parked now in a motel lot, i'm
staring through the window fog at some new day that i
don't want when i could be waking to your dawn. but i'll
go back to Boston, a silent apartment, but for sirens,
alarms, and little sad songs. your fucked up family
history makes me wish i was a transparency, i'd move
about your life unseen and make sure you were treated
right. cause your eyes flash with kerosene, and your lips
are horses running. oh let me be the ground beneath, when
we kiss you can run away on me. cause my heart's been
humming, and reaching for something to keep it running
when the drives are so long. and you brought boxes, you
brought crates of feelings i'll have to orchestrate, but
i'll make room and find a pace, even if you never meant
to stay. cause there's space here where i sing, out in
the junkyard of emotion, where i pour myself over
everything, i'll pour myself over your bare skin like
boiling water, this orphan-eyed daughter, this cannon-
all your lovers form a circle that sparkles in the
street. they hold their hands up to the sky in a gesture
of defeat. if they could find out what it is that could
make you feel complete, they would hold it to the sky as
an offering. oh they remember how you came around that
night in summer rain. they held your face at arm's length
and said the stars spelled our your name. but you just
stared up at the starry sky and said, "what's the use?
another point of light that i can look up to? i've seen
it every night, it offers nothing new. no answers. no
solutions. just an endless muse. these stars and
satellites we just pour our wishes through. but i need
something here that i can hold onto". so your buried
seeds in handmade graves, in little rows they were layed,
then wondered why no flowers came to grow out of their
resting places. and also you recall wanting not to rise
so you wouldn't fall. but it doesn't make us whole to
stay unbroken. so now we've got a plan, we'll only fall
into good hands that will lift us til we stand and let us
hold to them. so i'll think of you tonight from where i'm
laying, on the couch at my friend's house where i am
staying. a thousand miles away from you, my darling. i
wish i could hold you tight, it's cold and starry. but
i'll look out of the window and come calling to tell you
dream lover come and find me i've been here i've been
hiding. we'll make love like memories of a kitchen in the
house where you grew up, with your brother in the tub,
mother lying down but now you're wishing they would leave
so you could cry, your squid suit only isolates you. i
wish i had their eyes. i'd make them see how beautiful it
is. dream lover come and find me i've been here i've just
been hiding. we'll make love to remedy all the
Christmases spent in front and throwing up the years of
hurt and days of drugs and now they want you up for a
family portrait. if they would leave then you could cry,
your squid suit only isolates you. i wish i had their
eyes. i'd make them see how beautiful it is. dream lover
come and find me i've been here i've just been hiding.
despite our mistakes we still deserve this. like
highschoolers in camouflage, a pain so big it forms a
pond, but year from now the pond becomes a forest. if
they would leave then you could cry. your squid suit only
isolates you. i wish i had their eyes. i'd make them see
how beautiful it is. and i wrote by their portrait of the
sea, "i'll still lover you when the ocean tugs you from
me." i'll still love you i'll still love you. i still
dolphin eyes, i owe you my life. i filled a thermos up
with turpentine. my super duper sleep inducer. my extra-
strength pain reducer. and if you hadn't come around i'd
have made it underground. but with dolphin eyes and a
sigh that smiles, you turned the jet plane around three
thousand miles. our younger days you'd come crawling to
my crib to find your mother's name scratched into my
wrist. and if you hadn't come around i'd have scratched
all the life out. dolphin eyes dolphin eyes the only boy
who who will ever save me has a space cadet sister who
sometimes barely even flies. and has dolphin eyes. the
neighborhood kids watched as you and i built a fortress
of leaves, trees and sky. and when the sunset cast its
colors on across the back yard and the front lawn we made
an effigy of light and were martyrs to the night. and
the bed will be there when i get home, but will you? like
a spool come undone, everything with us is loose. hold my
face and pull me to our shoulder. today i've gotten
older, today i've gotten older. i tried to take my mind
off things but i'm leaving now, i'm leaving now instead.
cause i don't trust that there won't be another string of
manic freak-outs, if i stick around. come on i know
myself by now. it's not an easy realization to come to,
i'm not the best thing for you. i'm not the best thing
for you. so i will send myself to sleep for you, and
dream of a door that you'll step trhough. and i will sit
here and drink for you, cause i can't think of anything
else left to do. come on, i know myeslf by now. come on i
know myself that well. the bed is soft but my ears are
ringing, and you took off while i was still singing. i
just wanted to be close to what you keep hid from those
who don't love you. your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your
eyes, tonight could bring a dead deer back to life. and
i love you baby but i know you don't understand, when the
good Lord made me, he made me sad. the best i've felt in
my whole life is when i was in your hands, but you
deserve better than what i have to give. we slept under
your mother's quilt and drew pictures on papers bags of
birds we'd seen in Tennessee the time we lost our map.
but there's bears in the balcony in the drunken dream i
had. they climbed up there, they came for me and left
only the whiskey glass. i love you baby but i know you
don't understand, when the highway takes me i ain't
coming back. the best i've slept in a long time is when i
was in your bed, but tonight i'll whisper goodbye as you
lay there. if they send the wolves, i'll join the wolves,
and i'll return someday with my teeth sharper and my
blood hotter. i'll be the dog by your grave, with a
hanging tongue and a rib cage and a chewed up tail,
howling on my last exhale, "an army of lovers cannot
i keep it written on a locket and pinned into my jacket
pocket, these silver shapes who spell your name loom
around. and i sing it to myself so i don't forget the
sound. i took a chance on highway driving with the
sadness packed in to the side of me that planted pills in
the beautiful garden i grew of love for you, oh how i
watered it with tears so blue. see i knew a girl who
never cried, so i painted my room the color of her eyes.
like a fortress, or a blown up portrait in blue, or some
strange womb or tearless tomb. it's easy now just forget
about it. i start again every day without it. with a new
lease on life, i'll forget about it. but it's all around
still. a new lease on life, i've forgotten, i've off-ed
it. i can see you through the window light. me and the
shadow-kids go dumpster diving all for nothing, we'll
still go hungry tonight. the world outside is silver-
white. but it's easy now to forget about it. i start
again every day without it. i've a new lease on life, i'd
forget about it but it's all around still. i've a new
Look into the mirror
Do I like my own reflection
Not the way my face is looking
But the motives for my actions
I can con my friends and family
But the truth is ever-lurking
Gotta face myself forever
My decisions, my endeavors
(Chorus)
In another world I could run away
Not worry, not care
Not bother, not dare
I could stand here and just stare
And when I'm interacting
Am I sincere, am I humble
Do I take the time to reason
Lend a hand when someone stumbles
I can sing these songs, be happy
But the sadness always lingers
Find the passion that will feed me
Though I've tried again and again
I realize why this is the end
So I'll do you this favor
and make us strangers.
This ain't the last place for me.
This ain't the last song I will sing.
This ain't the last song.
See the wolves loping through my eyes.
Hungry, roaming, ostracized?
The shepherd wrapped me in his wool
but I don't feel his pull, I feel your pull.
I'm not howling to be heard, it just hurts.
This ain't the last stop, Longing.
This ain't the last song I will sing.
i drove alone to Buffalo and scratched a heart around
your name on every rest stop vending machine i passed
along the way..
(i'd taken speed for days)
i took picture from the car window, these colored blurs
of time, and left them for you by the pay phones because
i can't call or write. it's just been too much time. the
road was without winter glow just dreary landscape and
the whimper of the radio and a rubberbanded picture of
your face around an old mix tape you'd made. i still
think i'm going home, i packed my things in crooked
lines, and took a pill i nicknamed hope to change this
mood of mine. like a mocking dog and pony show in the
back rooms of my mind, like a swim in the undertow, i
can't see it but i sure feel it all right. i miss you