A throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic. A ticket and a mind to fly, an alarm clock still drunk and high. Sanity painted her mask on all the way across town.
It was good. Good to see you again. Good to meet your girlfriend. I'll try not to wonder where you are. When you go outside to kiss her. In the front seat of your car.
I love my country. By which I mean. I am indebted joyfully. To all the people throughout its history. Who have fought the government to make right. Where so many cunning sons and daughters.
Thank you. For letting me stay here. Thank you for taking me in. Thank you. For the beer and the food. Thank you. For loaning me bus fare. Thank you for showing me around.
I heard the sound of your bike. As your wheels hit the gravel. And your engine in the driveway, cutting off. I pushed through the screen door. And I stood out on the porch.
The sky is gray. The sand is gray. And the ocean is gray. . And I feel right at home. In this stunning monochrome. Alone in my way. . I smoke and I drink.
She sat there like a photograph. Of someone much further away. We shared a brief bus stop. On one of those in-between days. . She gave me her smile. And I looked underneath.
I hated to pop the bubble. Of me and you. But it only held enough oxygen. For a trip or two. . To the moon and back again. Tell me, do you remember when.
Buildings and bridges are made to bend in the wind. To withstand the world, that's what it takes. All that steel and stone is no match for the air, my friend.
You cried and you cried and you cried wolf. So it took me a minute to understand. That you really were hurt bad. That day you deeply cut your hand. And then that look that you gave me.
You really gave me hell, big talker. Polluted the well. You really spoke your mind, big talker. At least your mind at the time. Now I'm wearing your words, big talker.
How pleased can one. Sun setting make you. If you humble yourself. To it?. How grateful can you. Really say that you are. Just to be here and live. Through it?.
by DAR WILLIAMS (NOT Ani DiFranco). . Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday,. Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place to stay.".
Standing just outside. The circle of light. Avoiding the pool cues. Watching the game. Waiting for you. Hanging in the doorway. Like smoke. Like mistletoe.
standing just outside. the circle of light. avoiding the pool cues. watching the game. waiting for you. hanging in the doorway. like smoke. like mistletoe.
I've been wondering what you meant. When you asked do you have a light?. I've been wondering where you went. When you left that party that night. . Cloud blood smudge smeared on the sky.
You are listening to the phone ring. Like a church bell sounding out the hour.. And the ringing cuts the silence. Like a knife leaving little pieces left of your life..
come. come away. come away from. come away from it. . next to the glass ashtray. in a little plastic baggy. is a bitter rock remedy. really good stuff.
Our father who art in a penthouse. Sits in his 37th floor suite. And swivels to gaze down. At the city he made me in. He allows me to stand and. Solicit graffiti until.
What's the point. Of all this pointless proximity. If you won't talk. Take me for a walk. Through a little story. . All these years. Have made me sick to tears.