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staring down the barrel of the hot sun
shining with the sheen of a shotgun
carol has a little if we need some
joa has a ride if we wanna come
hangin’ your jeans with a clothes pin
skin still wet, still on my skin
mango in your, juice drippin’
shoulder of your shirt sleeve slippin’

christmas eve with your mother and sis
don’t wanna fight, but your mother insists
dog’s white teeth slice right through my fist
drive to the ER and they put my on risk
grocery store list, now you get pissed
unchecked calls and messages
I don’t wanna be the owner of your fantasy
I just wanna be a part of your family

I don’t wanna talk about anything
I don’t wanna talk about anything
I wanna kiss kiss your eyes again
wanna witness your eyes lookin
I don’t wanna talk about anyone
I don’t wanna talk about anyone
I wanna sleep in your car while you’re driving
lay in your lap when I’m crying

circle of pine and red oak, circle of moss and fire smoke
fan on the ceiling like a wheel spoke
push the clutch and i pull the choke
wanna listen to the sound of you blinking
wanna listen to your hands soothe
listen to your heart beating
listen to the way you move

I don’t wanna talk about anything
I don’t wanna talk about anything
I wanna kiss kiss your eyes again
wanna witness your eyes lookin
I don’t wanna talk about anyone
I don’t wanna talk about anyone
I wanna sleep in your car while you’re driving
lay in your lap when I’m crying

weren’t we the stars in heaven
weren’t we the salt in the sea
dragon in the new warm mountain
didn’t you believe in me?
You held me the whole way through
but I couldn’t see the words like you
I was scared, indigo, but I wanted to
I was scared, indigo, but I wanted to

I don’t wanna talk about anything
I don’t wanna talk about anything
I wanna kiss kiss your eyes again
wanna witness your eyes lookin
I don’t wanna talk about anyone
I don’t wanna talk about anyone
I wanna sleep in your car while you’re driving
lay in your lap when I’m crying




abysskiss
warm

so warm

screaming in the field

as i was born

 
worm,

will you return me

to the robin’s beak?

i’ll be a bird

 
terminal

we both know

let the rest of me go

see my death become a trail

and the trail leads to a flower

i will blossom in your sail

every dreamed and 

waking hour


woman,

woman

hold me in your heat

till i remember 


terminal

we both know

let me rest, let me go

see my death become a trail

and the trail leads to a flower

i will blossom in your sail

every dreamed and 

waking hour

no one can be my man be my man be my man 

be my man be my man be my man

no one can be my woman be my woman

be my woman


one ear to the ground

one dog at my neck

one tongue to my tongue

wanting to protect me 
 

from

 
no one can be my man be my man be my man 

be my man be my man be my man be my man

no one can be my woman be my woman

be my woman


one ear to the floor 

my dog barking loud

couldn’t tell for sure

where the screaming sound 

was coming

 
from
 

one ear to your womb

puppy on the floor

baby's coming soon

wonder if she’ll know

where she's come

from 

seven wide years

and there’s soil to till

when you thread your fingers through i feel quite well

we could be the riptide or two mountains growing still
 

when the eye gets heavy in the womb
 

dripping your tears 

like a precious warm spring

my heart will always find you when your heart freely sings

mine would never bind you with a diamond or a word

 
when the eye gets heavy in the womb

when the eye gets heavy in the womb

 
woman, mighty woman

you’re a friend i need

when you hold me to your breast you’re bleeding as i bleed

please reveal the question to me let the answers leave

when the eye gets heavy in the womb

when the eye gets heavy in the womb

when the eye gets heavy in the womb

when the eye gets heavy in the womb 

it cannot be explained

like a single membrane 

same old dream from the pillow


laugh along with her laugh

lying when she’s lying 

she gets angry i feel so


is it any wonder i get lonesome for you?

get out of your mind
 

demons are the dragons 

she is not a dragon

but i’m afraid of her fire
 

my heart is a wagon

my heart is a wagon

but i can’t push her desire


is it any wonder i get lonesome for you?

get out of your mind

annie, my love pulls the trigger on you

get out of your mind

and into my arms 

cradle more

the hours reel

cradle more

how you feel


baby you’re still too proud to come down

maybe i’m still too loud to hear

all the waves ascend and disappear
 

like a storm,

the air you steal

glacial form

the icy heel


baby you’re still too proud to come down

maybe i’m still too loud to hear

all the waves ascend and disappear
 

earth is born 

to wound and heal

cradle more 

the hours reel

 
baby you’re still too proud to come down

maybe i’m still too loud to hear

all the waves ascend and disappear

fly make flea make haste make waste eight makes infinity 

times i’ve tried to make breaks, embrace for the enemy

meet my face to face time try to find the diamond

counting time as time counts me, the river to the island

 

do you not do you not tell

that smile always makes me well

do you see circling through?

that’s how one returns from two 

 

the symbol of your love is time

the symbol of your love is time

blue and red horses on the run

i think the angel is jumping the gun

little red lantern watching my son

maybe the angel is jumping the gun

 
i’m a lot of boy, with a lot of nerve

do you wanna toy with me?


little red flower on your wrist

maybe the angel fired and missed

little red flower on your wrist 

maybe the angel fired and missed
 

i’m a lot of boy with a lot of nerve

do you wanna toy with me?
 

little red forest in your room

i hope the angel is getting here soon

little red forest in your room

i hope the angel is getting here soon
 

i’m a lot of boy with a lot of nerve

do you wanna toy with me?

try and get some rest

i’ll do the rest

think to what the roses find

with the arms of passion 

this is how we fashion 

war’s worried mind

in the hour i loved you 

like it dream it was true

in the base of my pine


wilderness, vast abyss, will we ever kiss?
 

in her mother's fortress she was brushing horses

manes and tails flicking flies

naked as the window

baby if it’s real,

so no need to apologize
 

wilderness, vast abyss, will we ever kiss?
 

love is on her shoulder, love is on the boulder

in the eyes, in the eye

love never leaves, love is the leaves 

in the sky in the sky 

what  can  you  say  to  remind  me  

how  to  be  loved  by  you?

wave  to  the  winding  river

it’s  a  view  of  you

for  the  long  grass  growing  in  silence

there’s  an  equal  knowing  inside  us

calmly  showing  for  to  guide  us
 

pray  you  can  find  me  

i’ve  been  busy  turning  into

more  transparent

i  could  look  a  lot  like  you

for  the  sharp  glass  cutting  of  the  cold  wind  

the  sharp  glass  loosing  of  your  best  friend

the  story  bruising  as  it’s  written
 

rain  in  your  bedroom

this  is  how  i  love  you  back

to  follow  the  red  moon

follow  her  and  never  look  back

there’s  a  star  that’s  glowing  on  your  eyelash

and  the  wet  light  moaning  as  we  rehash

oh  my  darling

what  can  you  say  to  remind  me

how  to  be  loved  by  you?

to die in your arms

your words forming again

we kiss very hard and wild
 

to rise in the dark 

like birds praying on skin

we pray with our oxygen

 
 

Jo, nothing is real

we still have that feel

you’re closing up the bar

i’m warming up the car

ten miles away

  

two children of ours

they came twirling in

we laughed very hard for a while 

they’ve grown very far

and tall

how we miss them, 

though happy they’re traveling

 
Jo, nothing is real

but we still have that feel

you’re closing up the bar

i’m warming up the car

ten miles away

 
we set no alarm

eyes wide, six a.m.

wake up on the farm

slowly

walk to the barn

horse feed

you take the yarn

i’ll read, i’ll read
 

Jo, nothing is real

but we still have that feel

you’re closing up the bar

i’m warming up the car 

ten miles away


to die in your arms,

your words forming again