Astoria
my heart breaks everytime you call,
and this ain’t how its s’posed to be at all,
baby.
i remember jumpin’ up and down for joy,
when i found out that i could be your boy,
and maybe,
i wanted way too much from you,
but really all i wanted was to be,
happy.
everything you do you’ll do,
but you’ll always be the girl in the sundress,
to me.
and why’dya have to go?
move to astoria,
i hope everything is peachy in new york,
city..
and i imagined hardwood floors,
and an old, painted red, wood door.
me playin’ my guitar in the kitchen
while your dancin’ in the living room.
but i guess you got that with someone else,
with his corn husk smile and his out west laugh,
he’s living all my dream out with you…
and that’s why,
you had to go,
move to astoria,
i hope,
everythings really peachy in new york city
Between Raindrops
the color of the sky,
its changing my mind,
and the color of your eyes,
is changing my heart.
i wish the sky would open up
and we could both get away,
we’d escape between raindrops
no one would ever see a thing.
and how could i ever face this,
ever changing purple sky,
without your constant ever loving,
blue eyes..
your eyes.
Funky Girl
walking down the street when i saw this prit and cutey little, funky girl.
she had a smile, that sweet and still gritty, i dig it yeah,
with her high heeled shoes and that tattered old pair of jeans on,
tried to give her my name but oh she said she didn’t need it.
and even though i only got a glance,
i knew that it could never be enough,
damn that girl she knocked me on my ass,
she gonna be the one to rock my,
world
she’s my funky little girl.
and i wanna take her out to all of the old speak easies,
where you can barely hear the rag time jazz through the cigarette smoke,
and she’ll wear her galoshes and pearls down to her knees
she’s my coyly teasing uh, funky girl.
and even though i only caught a glance
i knew that she could never be enough.
shes the girl who knocks me on my, whats that,
she gonna be the one to rock my,
world she’s my funky girl.
and when that girl she finally walks right up to me,
and looks at me with her eyes painted by van gogh
short short hair and i can hardly breath,
just whisper something, ‘i want you.’
and even though i only caught a glance
i knew that she could never be enough.
shes the girl who knocks me on my ass,
she gonna be the one to rock my,
world she’s my funky girl.
Gasoline Sally
i know a girl named gasoline sally,
she don’t give a fuck about looking pretty
says she’s gonna cover herself in tar,
she might as well look like whats, really in her heart
and gasoline sally tell me what you want
gasoline sally tell me what you need
gasoline sally you know your my backseat beauty queen,
your my gasoline
sally says she don’t need no medication,
says she just cut her wrists to put all that blood back in,
yeah she says shes doing fine,
i say sally then, why you smilin’,
oh gasoline sally tell me what you want
gasoline sally tell me what you need
gasoline sally you know your my backseat beauty queen,
your my gasoline
my gasoline…sally.
Library Park
my love for her is like is like an open wound
that none of the sweetest alcohols can sooth
it wont ever go away,
don’t you ever go away.
and the sweetest little thing i ever did see
was a pretty little girl climbing up an apple tree
she’s not afraid,
she is comely and she is brave,
snags her dress and ruins her braids.
and its,
early in october,
and she is over,
this.
your practiced indifference,
and your make believe bliss,
and your bliss.
my love for her is like an open sore
that none of the finest doctors seem to be able to cure
they cant cure,
me,
and she’s sittin’ in the corner on the kitchen floor,
the old red tiles,
they are worn,
from sixty years of,
fightin’
and its,
early in october,
and i am over,
this
her practiced indifference,
and her make believe bliss
her bliss,
my love for her is like a piece of me gone,
i’ll search forever never find the missing parts
shes my missing parts,
I’m missing parts.
she’s hiding in the tree in the old library park,
pretending that she’s one of the birds,
tryna fly away.
fly away.
fly away.
Magdalene
new years eve and cheap champagne,
i know you know just what i mean,
this half smoked pack ‘a cigarettes on the dash board of my car.
i hold you just to numb the pain,
your touch is just like sweet cocaine,
your kiss is acid on the brain i know exactly who you are,
who you are Magdalene,
in the dark,
oh Magdalene,
your playin’ chicken with the trains
your eyes are fierce but dulled by pain,
you fearlessness easily explained,
you control your body from a far
and we’re both like puppets in the rain,
our faces cloth and lipstick stained,
strings lift limbs lift kentucky straight,
bourbon in the dark,
in the dark
oh Magdalene,
i know who you are
oh Magdalene,
in the dark
oh Magdalene
oh Magdalene.
you cut us both and sow the wounds
up together instead of closed,
you think you hope this means we
can never come apart,
apart
oh Magdalene,
who you are is
Magdalene
in the dark oh
Magdalene
oh Magdalene.
My Skin
my skin,
is built for two,
are you as sad as me,
my skin is built for two
are you alone like me?
and i,
might need,
your heart,
to beat,
and i,
might steal,
your lungs
your lungs to help me breath.
my skin,
is built for two
are you alone like
Not Brave
I’m so sorry i was not brave,
even after you asked me not to be afraid,
it was your doubts did me no good,
how come you never believed i could,
well im still strong,
im still strong.
and like an addict im smoking plastic tryna get my fix of you,
feeling slighted handed nothing,
when even abuse would do,
well im still strong,
im still strong,
and im so sorry i was not brave,
even after you asked me not to be afraid.
Out of Control
Don’t know what i’m doing ‘cus i’m outta control
only three days till sunday and i’m losing my mind
thursday mornings make me want to implode
i get a rush from self-delusion so i pretend i’m alright
but i’m not
you know i’m not
just say i’m
i’m feeling fine
but i’m not
you know i’m not
just tryna float on by
don’t know what i’m doing ‘cuz i’m outta my mind
due to this savage self surrender of all that is mine
and it used to be we could stand up for whats right
but now we’re all way to busy tryna fight to survive,
but i’m not
no i’m not
just tryna
float on by
though i’m not
you know i’m not
because you been right here with me
the whole time
and your numbness
is addicting me
i don’t want to remember what its like to feel
i said you numbness is addicting babe,
and i don’t want to remember what its
like.
Alabama Slingshot
young man on an alabama sling shot,
don’t know what he wants or even what hes got
tryna learn a lesson from the sky,
how to accept death or how to fly,
with an out right risk to his mortality,
and a sudden spike in his velocity,
he attempts to achieve a single moment of clarity,
and its a
sling shot ride
oh yeah,
sling shot ride.
and he careens so serenely through the air,
and its as if,
he never wants to come back down,
i mean would you?
really?
if you were way out there,
would you?
young man on an alabama sling shot,
don’t know what he wants or even what hes got
tryna learn a lesson from the sky,
how to accept death or how to fly.
with an out right risk to his mortality,
and a sudden spike in his velocity,
he ‘s the first alabama man in outer space,
and its a
slingshot ride,
a slingshot ride.
