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Monday, April 22, 2013

the beat of your heart



the beat of your  heart

he calls her baby
just wanna know you made it
river run rough today
and skies are dark and dangerous

she pulls the chains in
puts the coins up the table
a staggering leap of faith
will carry her through the fray

and god only knows
the sound comes and goes
with the beat of your heart
the beat of your heart

a quick turn of her pretty head
will beat the voices back intead
of raging on into the light
falling hard into the fight

she gathers up her nerve to speak
delivers up the words the creep
into the audience away
with dischord and disarray

and god only knows
the sound comes and goes
with the beat of your heart
the beat of your heart

she slumbers to the final note
with gutted finery she floats
a song is such a fancy thing
she wears it like a diamnod ring

she calls him from the empty stage
baby i am so afraid
come get me fast, come get me now
your silly rode-a-o clown

and god only knows
the sound comes and goes
with the beat of your heart
the beat of your heart

kalypso (kvh version)



Kalypso

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The canes up on the cliff
flash green and silver by the sea
but out of what is lost
grows something stronger next to me

an island in the sun tonight
I can snatch her talk
from the faint drone of the surf
though through the reeds I cannot walk

on a moonlit stretch of ocean
sand as white as bone
she floats with dreaming motions
with a sweetness there that grows

and her cheeks dusted
with a royal smile
and her gaze would look to sea
for ten thousand miles

on a silver coin
from royal memory.
a heart life is open to the sky
transparency

where the two midnights meet,
light floods the morning
and then the crystal sea,
a universe reborn

I am calypso
and i have lived alone
for ten thousand years
and ten thousand more

i saw her drowning
and i pulled her into me
into my island
into my holy sanctuary

now in the morning light
she will sail away
i can still feel her long hair
and taste the salt on her skin

She called me Monet
and left me with designs
that siezed the ramparts
and nearly blew my mind

she watched the water
for gravity and shapes
geometries would fall apart
we count together : one lake, two lakes, three lakes....

she was a flower
intricate pale blue
she moved in circles,
swaying thoughts and leaving clues

and the minor accidents
of love and lovers lost
and the harsh punctuality
with stunning cost

i am calypso
floating wreckage from the gods
i keep her here in my arching caves
beneath the eyes of mars

she has no ship nor oars nor crews
to take her off
the wide expanse of ocean
the waters to  be crossed


There was a time when the divine
Kalypso could strike fear
into the heart of every
fucking sailor who drew near

but times are tough for mortals
and the gods both
ain't that the truth
and that the screaming most?

ain't it passing strange?


words
it ain't right
to poke the dirt
with a poet gone blind

and you
you're the same
as all the others
my other wasted friends

aint it passing strange?
like the wings of a dove in the driving rain?
white as the bleach bone shore
as the father, son, and the holy ghost

writing on the barnside door
isn't gettin it done
it can't anyhow, anymore

she's up all night
with the wind
and the rain
it begins

aint it passing strange?
like the wings of a dove in the driving rain?
white as the bleach bone shore
as the father, son, and the holy ghost

we're doomed to love
breath upon breath
like a leash on a good dog

right now
we aint sure
if the souls corrected
or gone out to war

aint it passing strange?
like the wings of a dove in the driving rain?
white as the bleach bone shore
as the father, son, and the holy ghost

right here and now
we aint calling
for an act of passion
or an act of war

we are a wandering souls
and the days done gone
and the days gone cold

aint it passing strange?
like the wings of a dove in the driving rain?
white as the bleach bone shore
as the father, son, and the holy ghost

Saturday, April 13, 2013

ring out (jelly)


swept away (jelly)


my last guarantee (jelly)


angel (street jelly)


attention (street jelly)


a bullet in the head (street jelly)


at the top (from street jelly)


the johnsons are in town (from street jelly)


jesus christ (street jelly)


it happens (from street jelly)

from street jelly

fightin against the hillbillies (from street jelly)

from street jelly

frozen generaton (street jelly)

from street jelly,

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

the frozen generation (by chai gang)



Frozen (by audrey chai gang)
  (em-am-c-g)

Frozen young men on ice without fire
Have taken over our world
We knowing no better have become cold also
The frozen generation

Afraid of themselves and each other
Have glass eyes, Battery run steel hearts
And hands that reach out and clasp
Auto-magically,  Professional Removalists

We are the frozen generation

Artists at escape,  Endure no pain
Know how to shut off,  And how to turn on
Such are the tools used for survival
We, the frozen generation

We are the frozen generation

Have numbed our brains into lethal corrosion
We are robots trained to turn on
Thru music, smoking, doping, and off each other
Water does not come from glass eyes

We are the frozen generation

Emotion cannot exist in steel
Automation has no warmth, I am ice also
When my ice melts I am in pain
Need help from others whose ice is melting

We are the frozen generation