Words That I Employ

There are things about your face that I enjoy and I will even miss them,
And there are girls and there are boys with their lips of crimson.
And there are words that I employ but I am slow to listen.
And there are friends and there are toys and
I’m sure you kiss them all, I’m sure you kiss them all.

There’s a grace in your walk. Is it from your weekend?
And there’s a pain in your talk, so I am quick to respond.
There’s a break in your voice, is it because you need me?
There’s a length in your stare. I don’t know why you’re keeping now. Why are you keeping now?

I don’t want your mouth to move anymore.
When your words fall out my knees fall down.
It seems like you’ve learned a lot about love.
So, you’re in love?
And so is she.

Well, that’s so sweet. It makes me sick. It makes me sick and happy for you.

I play with words and notes without ever, ever meaning any.
But every time I look around you are so tempting.
So stand in the crowd and join the screaming.
I leave it alone and I’m hardly breathing now, I’m hardly breathing now.

I don’t want my mouth to move anymore.
When my words fall out my eyes roll.
It seems like I’ve learned a lot about pride.
And it’s time to feel proud for me.

And that’s so sweet. It makes me sick. It makes me sick and happy for you.

For you, ah. For you, ah. And here is proof.

So many times I no longer count,
I lure them in and spit them out,
Laughing at my little way to flee.
Oh, look! You’ve done the “me” to me.

And that’s so sweet it makes me sick. It makes me sick. It makes me sick and happy for you.

So sweet, it makes me sick. It makes me sick like candy and you.



Sainte Chapelle

I roll my film and you roll your cigarette. This balcony skyline make our silhouette.
And I smile at the city, ache for that country.
How much better does this life get when he says,
“Who are you? What do you speak? I don’t feel that I can so, please kiss me.
It’s a gesture we both understand, both understand.”

Cold floor. Rose windows. Red light and a new yellow dress.
And everyone wants to take off their shoes and let their bare feet softly impress on you, they softly impress on you.

So I sing;

“Get down here, dance with me. Wreck your life my way.
Feel terribly clean and you’ll find the things that you say do not matter to me.”

And me and my homies, we kick it like Snoop.
And we sip on our 40’s and rest on the stoop.
And we punk like it’s nothing, b-boy till morning.
These tall motherfuckers they know how to groove.
I have a summer.
I have a fall and I find myself somewhere new and
I feel I’m learning how it feels now to be always misconstrued, misconstrued.

So I sing;

“Get down here, dance with me. Wreck your life my way.
Feel terribly clean and you’ll find the things that you say do not matter to me.”

And I sing;
“Get down here, dance with me. Wreck your life in a wonderful way.
Feel terribly clean and you will find the things that you say do not matter as you’re dancing.”

Interlude

“Get down here, dance with me. Wreck your life my way.
Feel terribly clean and you’ll find the things that you say do not matter to me.”

So I sing;

“Get down here, dance with me. Wreck your life my way.
Feel terribly clean and you’ll find that the shit that you say does not matter to me.”



Surf Champion

For what it’s worth, I looked back at your shirt and I miss the surf, I still miss the surf.
But here are my feet, planted firmly on this land-locked state under me.
And you shoot down the curl, and taste sweet, sweet salt but miss the girl, you still miss the girl.

And it’s fine if that’s how you like to ride.
And it’s fine if that’s how you like to ride

We tread in the seaweeds. It’s deep. I can’t touch my feet. I wish I could sleep.
Should I bury my dad in sand soaked through by tides, not one hour late?
There’s a light glowing green. It’s a false fluorescence caught up in the waves.

And you can’t deny the floating.
And you can’t deny the floating.

I don’t like how you wait, the grunion are running.
And I’m suffering a headache from my day of sunning.
It’s not a real thumb; it’s a shell from shotgun.

And there’s time to wait, to wait to see exactly where we’re going.
And there’s ways to lose, to lose but right now, right now we are mostly winning.
And I want to stay, to stay with right here with you and re-write our beginning.

I don’t like how you wait. The grunion are running.
And I’m suffering a headache from my day of sunning.
It’s not a real thumb; it’s a shell from a shotgun.



Series of Near Misses

I found a 3-piece suit that was missing a button,
3rd from the bottom but I bought it anyway.
I found a matching t-shirt with a mother’s hand writing
Spelling out the letters of her son’s first name.

All of my colleagues caught a glimpse of the markered letters
When I dressed down on casual Friday.
And now the whole department thinks I want to change my name
And behind my back they call me “Mark spelled with a ‘K’”

I don’t mind this mere case of mistaken identity.
There’s something strangely soothing in this notion of unending entropy.
A series of near misses, oh all in all and all I’m glad to have you hear with me.
A series of near misses and a gorgeous day and a walk on my feet.

Just when I thought my plans had cleared and to myself I had a whole night,
The news comes fiber optic-style, hardly in the nick of time.
And you are resting calmly, I tucked you in warm and tight.
All of your components are right here; the only difference is they are no longer alive.

So, I’m going to dance my sad dance today.
I’m going to sing like I’m a mess.
I’m won’t pretend that it feels ok,
Not when I’ve lost a childhood friend.

Lay down and speak up. Lay down next to me. Lay down and speak up. Lay down next to me.

I found a 3-piece suit that was missing a button,
3rd from the bottom so I left it where it lay.



Property Line

There’s a “double-you” in how I spell “we.” There’s no “I” in team, but there is “me.”
I built a wall straight up in between made out of two-by-four inch beams.

Can you hear me laugh from the other side?
There is greener grass, and the view is mighty nice.

So here we go.
So here we go.
So here we go.
So here we go.

Do I wait for me? Do I wait for you?
Do they laugh, laugh at us ‘cause we’re both too scared to move?

So here we go.
So here we go.
So here we go.
So here we go.