Lyrics

Comet

Just Leave it

Just leave it like it is
With the mistakes and my signature

What is this I’m seeing?
What is this I’m being?
In the brightness of my head
Is it tidal waters warm and red?
Invisible and vivid I retreat to bed

Inside outside inside doubt
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Out

I shatter the glasses in the sink
My fingers slip when I’m thinking…

Just leave it like it is
Just leave it

Rain douse lighthouse
                                                                   Off shore   

           ((((me , in my shells, 1,2,3,4))))

Doubt, doubt
And my route:

           Down down down down down down
                    Down down down down
                              Down down
                                  Down
                                    Out

Passenger

I am sitting in the passenger seat of your dying Toyota
And you’re gonna drive this truck until the end of the road
I’m stuck, stuck

He moves the woman like pawn (he’s got big plans)
He fell and broke what she was standing on

I am sitting in the passenger seat of a public event
to mark the progress of a man of poor means
stuck, stuck

He moves the woman like a pawn (he’s got big plans)
He fell and broke what she was standing on

I am sleepless in the passenger seat of a government job
War on the earth
where you cut, cut, cut her down

He moves the woman like a pawn (he’s got big plans)
he fell and broke what she was standing on
He moves the woman like a pawn and we fall together
Worse is yet to come than what we’ve come upon
and every year spins fast forward
so with your right you push back and with your left you push on forward

I am weeping
my head in my hands
his hands on the wheel
And the Earth is changing
She’s fighting and wounded
will we break soon?

Comet

The world flutters by my eyes in stop motion
I don’t know how are little now is in such bad condition
As seas heave and crack and swallow, you holler
they’re chained to the moon and our driven attrition
Mountains blossom
swilling lawa
And things come to be at a pace so slow
their growth:
makes no sound
can’t be seen
is untouchable
is serene
Like when it ends in a flash of light
It’s time to go, it’s time to go
a comet’s here to see you off!
It’s time to go, it’s time to go
a comet’s here to see you off

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The Lumberjack

You and I

This is right
always ending and starting
endlessly joining and parting
Hooked-Jaw Fish
Hooked-Jaw, don’t leave your beginnings behind

A still pane of blue ripples round
a still pane tips and empties down
you are the one in the hospital gown

It happens
Hooked-Jaw gaping dead
insects and Eagles pecking
the animals come nom nom checking
Hooked-Jaw Fish Hooked-Jaw
the waters are thick with them…

                  ~*~

There’s a stone in my stomach
it rocks when the earth quakes
a bird in my chest
she rakes at my ribcage
Don’t look! Don’t spy!
you are the one in the hospital
you and I

You and I looking for center my bird
In every revolution revolving my bird
You and I looking for sameness my bird
You and I

Nowhere New York

My chair faces towards the window
hands in lap
eyes closed
I reach through October rain
where is he where is he?
searching….where is he now?
oh you’re nestled now in Nowhere New York
Nowhere New York state

In bright Hispaniola we face each other
me and your father
he sits like a Buddha
loyal to some higher power
who rests a hand on your father’s shoulder
as he observes me
He said “Why do you love my son?”

Why do you love my son...?

Spanish is the language of rivers
that ran rogue from the cruel king of Spain
so here is an ode to freedom
here is an ode to pain
but today is your day to unravel
if only in my refrain

Today is your day of rest
rest now, rest well
tomorrow your back will ache
in the cavernous factory
don’t forget to stand tall
do it for me

A  hurricane yawns upon the far shore
the shore of your island
it took many lives
but not yours
because you’re restless now in Nowhere New York
Nowhere New York
safe
unknown
alone

In a Jar

The stars have gone bland
because of the street lamps
down in the subway
sits the tunnel man
he only looks ahead
he does not see me
but a little song drips from his barnacle teeth
and touches, touches me
he lived in Memphis as a boy

Out on the roof
deep in the evening
I watch the heron
still and stately blue
she only looks ahead
she does not see me
but a long call tears from her arrow beak
and reaches, reaches me

One of the many lives to take place on this rock
is a thought I saw flicker on your face
your head and this rock both internally burn
I know you have heavy things to carry
even so your eyes are cool and sweet
in my arms your head is planetary
I am like a cave where you retreat
your words fill my rooms
you’re safe but you can’t see where you are
I beckon your whisper to my ear
I keep it in a jar
I keep it in a jar
I keep it in a jar

Don’t Tell

I feel a pale cold
the seizing horizon contracts and folds
Don’t tell my nephew
Oh
Don’t tell my nephew
I
didn’t write no letters
that I left them all to wonder

I recoil from your death
On your back
Absolute
It’s something to see a family tree die
It’s something to see your stream so bare
It’s something to wonder why
Many years pass as I stare
such is the act of saying goodbye

I don’t want to find you beached and broken
mute, awake
Or see you stare with hollow moons for eyes
To heave to handle what’s at stake
To hold it in your hand
The ocean surf will be your sigh
so you yourself don’t have to cry

Don’t let my niece know
Oh
Don’t let my niece know
I
don’t know about fate
and I can’t explain our state
Don’t let my man see
Oh
Don’t let my man see
I
threw the Times away
because I don’t want to know what happened today

Justine’s Song

She never left home and--
she’s needed there
I know he’s not well...tell me
Now she’s working across town
Now she’s helping him lay down
Now she leans across his sleeping eyes
and listens to his sick breath, thin breath

There is a house here and--
it eases death
I know you’re not well...tell me
I leave gifts outside your door
I will try to soothe your sore
You know that’s what I’m here for

But I can only be there to walk you home
I cannot be there to know your depth of sorrow
I can only be there to hear you

She bears a weight but--
she thinks of you
so don’t forget the daughter, It’s her father
Now she sets her sad aside
Her river’s deep her water’s wide
She said no matter how small the matter know in me you can confide

Chorus

The time is near and--
I will be there
You remember that first fear, years back
an animal entered in the ring
Cancer is a hungry thing
But I’ve never known a man to cling to life so fierce and fight so long
And when he’s gone

Chorus

Praise

Praise
Praise when you raise
your palms to mine
and beg for return
and beg for return
oh let me turn
tight fisted
hands in pockets
away from that brief, bright light

The Lumberjack

I see a dog running like a wind
he tells me someone’s coming
After the nation has all gone to waste
this will be a resting place

It was a beautiful thing
a still lake in the starlight
I said “I’d like to write a song for this spot”
She said “you might not”
because you’ll feel so sore with this is no more
when this place will not be
So look at me you staring lake
your cool silence keeps me awake
This will be your resting place
with your sorrows and your reeds
when your water line recedes
Though the icebergs still are proud
your ghost is a rain cloud
Oh ghost
Oh ghost
Oh ghost
Oh ghost
I saw your hound heading for high ground
I can tell by the looks that someone has been here
with a blade on his back
he’s coming the lumberjack
Say goodbye
Goodbye!

It was a sudden thing
an owl in the meadow grass
she came about in a whorl of fall leaves
The patient receives
Queen of vermin what do we need?
you must determine
you can see through the night
So look my way you bird of prey
your eyes like pits in a burning eclipse
This will be your resting place
with your sorrows and your wings
where your song of mourning rings
Because you cannot handle the weather
your ghost is an airborne feather

Chorus

It was a brutalized landscape in Oregon territory
and we had nothing but this and the mind’s eye to measure our loss
He was humming in the moss hmmm
a Christian all the way out here
a son of the cross
a son of the shepherd
a son of the saw man
So talk to me you pockmarked ghost
you cry so gently
you recall Vietnam
This will be your resting place
with your medals and your chains
Where the timber creaks in the wind
and it crackles in the sunlight
I’ll hear about you in time

Chorus


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