My Words are Getting Pretty Lame

This is actually a song I wrote this morning. It's pretty great to sing tenor, like a Magnetic Fields song.

I used to believe that love was Hallelujah,
The feelings would drive a stake right through ya,
Until one day you came to stay,
And I was never quite the same,
I think my words are getting lame.

It's not quite puppy dogs and springtime,
Although I'm sure the words will always rhyme,
There's not a thing that I would do,
To protect my eloquence from you,
I think my words are getting lame.

I'm not quite sure I'm meant to write,
Or paint or draw things that excite,
I can't quite turn this smile to grim,
I feel the optimist will win,
I think my words are getting lame.

There's something in the pain you feel,
That makes you seem so very real,
But I'm as real as real can be,
And I can honestly agree,
My words are getting pretty lame.

David and the San Francisco Giant

I'd marry if I loved you,
But those days are far away,
Instead I'll write my poetry,
And waste my time away,
Faceless Gods and philosiphers,
The things that make you cry,
I'll watch the match with one more beer,
And force you to decide,
If it's worth the things you've given up,
To find that one true love,
Whose ragged shirt and eloquence,
Just aren't enough.

I'd marry if I loved you,
But we've never really met,
Our outsides move in unison,
The moment we forget,
The reasons that we're coming here,
The foolproof alibis,
The trial is on lonliness,
Conviction is quite nigh,
And I can't afford another charge,
My record is quite long,
So I'll just play the role,
And write the songs.

I'd marry if I loved you,
So hurry, don't delay,
I know you're out there painting,
Or creating me with clay,
You're desperate for the inspiration,
I'm looking for a spark,
Ignite my fire and all the night,
We'll warm here in the dark,
We'll grow old in ways together,
The wrinkles tell the ways,
We dove for glory just like,
Willy Mays.

to j one through five

shake me up some more.
i am so much more than what you think i am,
i could be your something,
i would do that for you;
but I'd as easily turn against you.
and i could be cold.

i'd watch him chop that baby in half,
and i'd take my spoils,
carry them high above my head
for all to see

i can still feel the pressure of you.
it doesn't reminds me of devotion,
but leaves me exposed.
i'm so vulnerable,
i've just started breathing.

there is so much i've lost to this,
and i'd give anything,
to just be stronger,
or at the very least uncaring.

The Athiest

I dreamt that I killed God,
The blood of the world on my hands,
With thirsty eyes I yearned for more,
So I told the world that God was dead,
And I paraded his body,
Through the cobblestone streets,
And I ate up their sorrow,
As I threw Him towards the ground,
My belly full and my soul at ease,
I killed their faith and I broke their hearts,
This world gone mad, obsessed,
With meaning and purpose,
And with my bloodied sword,
I drove through the heart of everything,
Emptied the world of it all,
And laughed over the bones of my enemy,
I rode through the countryside,
Their tears were my victory,
Noone could stop me, I killed God,
With reason as my only weapon,
And I stopped to look what I had done,
The black cloud above it all,
They're all as empty as I am now,
They're all as empty as I am now.

Unrequited

You're what you say you are,
Only as long as you can hold,
Yourself in place for one more day,
Supress those feelings, baby,
They aren't you are they?
You're not a whore, you don't do that,
Yet you're fighting it right now,
The idea of the motel, and the whiskey,
And someone you'll never meet again,
Or someone you'll see tomorrow,
He's just a friend but it's been more than that,
And shit, it ain't love, and that's reason,
To just walk away and keep the dream,
That it could be love, someday,
This is all we were given, all we've got,
It doesn't quite measure up if,
You keep those foolish expectations,
That there's only one reason to fall,
So that you can fall together,
Anything less isn't worth the time,
Maybe just maybe,
You're wrong and that's why you're sad,
And that hole just doesn't fill,
You never considered the possibilities,
Outside of the fairy tale,
And I just hope you think hard,
So you don't find yourelf on my door,
Only to find I'm in some one horse town,
In Michigan, or Saskatchewan,
And you missed out,
See you preach Better to Love and Lose,
Than never to love at all,
But tell me, baby, how many times,
Did you love when it wasn't even a risk,
It was a reality that it was going to end,
And you were going to sleep alone,
That's love baby, that's love,
Love's about knowing you're going to lose,
And playing with a smile on your face,
Because you know you've already won.

Wake up Dad, we need to talk.

It's not so hard to believe you left all for me.
It's not so hard to believe I'm everything I need.
You lived your life for you, so I could build my life for me.

And I may not love you,
I may not respect you,
'cause before I knew you, I knew you were wrong.

You're a list of actions, not a voice and a face.
It can't be my fault, it's how I was raised.

Adulterer and coward,
Or a man owned by freedom.
If I understand your actions I am too scared to repeat them.

But if I love me, then I can't think ill of your actions.

What good is a guiding hand,
I've got hands of my own.
I do not regret the ways I have grown.

And when I have a son, I will let him alone.
And I'll cry when he hates me as I force him to grow.

Thoughts

Alone on a stair,
Thoughts breathe themselves in and out.
No strength to hold breath.