Substantial Snacks
The Engine
The Sky is Red
My Suitcase
Whatevah
Dragonflies
The Longest Day
Ghostduster
Like A Brother
Accountable
Haircut
The Little Bladder Coffee Blues
Jacqueline
Sweet Pepper Life

Cinnamon Bones
Skeletons
Overall Boy
The Suga Boogie Woogie
Juicy Georgia Peach
Maggie Mae Peaches Heimann
Drenched
Backroads Song
22 Percent
Nerd Girl
Let Go
Cinnamon Bones
Butterfly

Substantial Snacks

The Engine The drivin's keepin' me tired but the music's keepin' me wired Oh I've got so long to go. The night wind slips in and whispers somethin' about sleepin' So I fiddle with the radio. The night sky is calm and navy blue. I think of how I'm here and how I've learned from you. You see it ahead, 900 miles but instead of feelin' it's too far You go a bit at a time to what makes you feel fine In your little-engine-that-could car. On your backhoe, on your yellow dinosaur. You mover of earth, makin' water that wasn't there before. How does one man dig a lake? How does one person make A difference in her own life? She sees her dad do what they said he couldn't do. I've learned to make a life full and deep, I've learned by watching you Thank you for being a happy man. Thank you for the legacy of I think I can. Screen and sift the piles of sand and dirt. Separate the sources of happiness and hurt. It's like a science of life, a love of work, Like earning compound interest on your own self worth. The most giving thing you ever did was to never give up, To show this to your kids. The mornin' starts to drizzle in, I think I'll get an Egg McMuffin And hum as I roll down the road. The engine chugs along, I feel like I can't go wrong Though I've got so long to go. Top

 

The Sky is Red The sky is red, It will soon break up into tiny wet pieces And fall down to us. The sky is red. We need the rain. The farmers will be happy. Everything depends on it. The sky is red. The dog is walking round the kitchen, nervous circling. She knows there's a storm coming and she won't eat a thing. And you say this might be a good time to tell you, And you tell me, And you go in your big blue truck, And you won't come back again. I am alone in this house. The trees are caressing the roof. They're shifty, but I am calm. Will I be like this tomorrow when the trees are down? I burrow in my bed, the rain taps on the roof. My heart is beating And I am alone again. And this alone time comes like water After a long, long thirst. I don't know why I needed this, but I did. I am back to the beginning again, Back to the start of life on earth When lightening struck and the first cell began to live. The sky is red, It will soon break up into tiny wet pieces And fall down to us. The sky is red. Top

 

My Suitcase My death, my breath, my quiet, my loud My lonely, my only, my timid, my proud They're goin' into my suitcase, my 5-foot suitcase. My dog, my man, my toenails, my hands My rest, my questions, my understanding I hand it to us for tryin' but this southern sun likes fryin' This city life likes quick, but it's got us small-towners licked. So we're goin' back to the place that likes our laundry, Craves our loyalty, knows our shoe soles brick by brick, Makes our rent feel like money well spent, and that's sick. We'll order pizza from the local mom and pop, Pick it up, yeah, we can even walk. Leash our dog and stop to talk To the little boy across the street. "Oh, where'd ya go," he asks us each time we meet. He notices us like we notice the trees Changin' into their autumn leaves. "Nice new coat," we say to the maple. Here, the tiny details are our staple. We feast on runnin' into folks we know We swing on the porch and we chew real slow. We play scrabble and we build a fire. I reckon we may stay awhile Where we're goin', we're goin'. Get the suitcase, I've got the suitcase, its packed. Nothin' will we lack when we get back to those Ohio skies, When you never know when you'll get rain or shine, But you always know you'll get at least some snow. Lets go Into the suitcase, the four-tired suitcase, let's go. Ooh, we're goin". Let's go. Top

 

Whatevah She must have thought they'd flown away while she wasn't there. The spoiled bird, the oiled rock, the soil in her hair. But they were still there by the stone stairs on the sidewalk Where she'd left her contemplations, where she'd left her miscreations. And she's the only one with wings, she's the only one who sings. She must have thought they'd grown apart while she wasn't there. The ugly mouth, the pretty vest and all that seemed unfair. And she was far away, lost in her own curls. And she was holding bridges, stronger than the world. She must have thought that he had left on that august noon. But as she sat upon the step she knew she'd be home soon. And he was far away, and she left back to her studio. She needed more than a stereo, so she picked up a guitar. And she was far away, lost in her own curls. And she was burning bridges, stronger than the world. And I am far away, stronger than the world. And I'm not far away, and I'm no stronger than this girl. Top

 

Dragonflies The dragonflies fly together like we do. The red buds on the trees make me feel like you do. They point me to the sky, they cloak me in it's blue . The dragonflies fly together like me and you. Let's stay this way, in the summer bright green. Let's keep it like this always, lets fly you and me. I don't want the trees to strip down, Don't want the blue of the sky to drain. I don't want the world to turn to snow, but oh it can rain. 'Cause the dragonflies like the water too, Lily pads are blooming pink and new. The old frogs can croak away, rumble their blues, But the dragonflies hum together like me and you. Let's stay this way, in the summer bright blue. Let's stay like this always, it's the best thing that we could do. The crocodiles are as old as the sun. They quietly creep by and don't bother anyone. Your fingers in mine, I am feeling you breathe, And I'll feel just fine if we never leave. 'Cause the dragonflies fly together like we do. The red buds on the trees make me feel like you do. Top

 

The Longest Day The moon circles round. She watches the households. The people, to her, are like miniature dolls And she knows what goes on with those people, And what's in their heads. It's February, the moon circles slowly. She sees the broken dish, and mom and dad are fighting, And I'm starting to feel like our family could end. And I think the moon sees how I'm mean to my sister, How every night, I whisper to our dog, "Pray for us and protect us, you're a good dog, None of this is your fault." And it's April now and I think the moon sees How its just my mom now, and my sister and me. My mom hugs us and cries a lot Since we moved to this lonely apartment. The moon sees my dad drive away in his truck. He just dropped us off, after the weekend And every song on the radio makes him feel sad. My sister asks "can I sleep on your floor?" And I need her there, but I won't admit it, So I say "No" three times, before I roll my eyes and say "okay." And I dream that night that we four are on a street corner. And there are no buildings or shelters around. And a car drives by and open fires and there's no place to go. So we're running away in four different directions, The whole world is asphalt and it's hard on our bodies. Are they okay? I can't see them anymore. The dream spits me out on my bed the next morning, Cold and tired with nothing good to put on. So I ask my sister, "can I wear your green shirt?" She says, "No way." So I ask her again and she goes through her closet And pulls out a thrift store shirt and says "You can wear this one, But Ang, if you get anything on it, I swear I'm gonna kill you. And it sounds funny now, but it feels really bad Its like the same day keeps repeating, And its the longest day I've ever had. And I miss my dad. So, moon, make the seasons turn, and someday this can be a memory. The pain and the healing and the parting of our family. Top

 

Ghostduster Every morning I wake up and take out the ghosts, Pull out the rags and polish the fragments of history, Lest I forget what it's taken to get here. Every morning I build a kind of shrine to the ancestral insecurities I was fighting at the time. And I have not forgotten how they've made me pull through To get to be the me that is singing to you. And I get to be the me that I am always changing, Who's living in the old days that these days will be. In the days of this ever changing shifting moving world, In the days of this ever changing shifting moving girl that is me. If I say it so be it so I say I want to live a whole life in every day. One day a quiet life home all alone, One day curled in the hand of humanity's throne, One day cloaked in the company of my baby my own, One day barefoot by the river where the sun's always Shown me the way. Show me the light leaking down through the shadowy leaves And leave me the moment. It's in these moments only that I know some history And all the little details fall short of this eternal mystery. Show me the way I say to the pocket of space Outside my window. So empty, so holy So give me something close to hold onto. Give me something so far to let go. Give me something I can't explain, Something I'll always have but never really know I know. I know you're out there somewhere, or maybe you're in here- The heroine in eternity, the quiet in the snow, Show me the way, show me the way So that every morning I'll wake up and face what's new And won't know the difference between me and you. The world and a girl are big places, I know And I don't really want either of us to go, so Show me the way that knows no distinction that knows only love, That comes from inside and beside and below and above, Show me the way. Top

 

Like A Brother You make me mad like a brother. I've never had any other, any other. You make me swallow my thunder. When I wanna roar, I wonder. Make me wonder. You make me love all this lonely. I want to be with you only. I wanna run to the shore where your land hits my sea, Where you become me. You make me sad like no other. What we once had, I discover On the pages of inside that only Reach and speak in glance. Will truth leak, will I take my chance Or dance in memory? You cast a wonderful spell. You make me think like a soldier. Why won't I let myself hold you? Like a baby, like a brother, like a lover? You cast a wonderful spell. Top

 

Accountable Shall I hold you accountable? Shall I trust that you'll listen? Shall I peel 'til I'm vulnerable? Would you embrace the beauty that's under my skin? Shall I hold you accountable? Brother, I'm askin' you. Shall we share in this wonderful? Shall we see it through? I'm capable of union, So I'm vulnerable to lose. I'm so in love with everything that's human. Would you like to try? Shall I hold you accountable? Would you take me in? Will you come to know the way I swirl? The way I move, the way I feel, the way I am? Shall I show you my handwriting? Would you taste what I write? Follow and swallow the curves of my head, Would you treat me right? And would you like my light? I don't speak very often, I guess I think nobody hears. If I speak will you soften? Would you listen, dear? Will you eat from my quiet hand? Would you feed me back? an we share more than smiles and glances? Unsubstantial snacks. Shall I hold you? Shall I hold you? Would you like to try? Top

 

Haircut I woke up from an afternoon nap feelin' guilty, Guilty for sleepin' 'way half of the day. Guilty and restless and dusty and gray. I was feelin' so eh, so bleh, so ready for somethin'. I was itchy for change, for somethin' bright to come upon me. A new song, an old friend, or a new idea, But this is all that became of my plea: I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth To wash away that old taste of hours gone by, And I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror, And I noticed I was wearin' my days of the week underwear That my sister had given me at my wedding shower. I guess she thought they'd keep me organized and empowered. Well, this particular day, I was wearing a pair But it was Tuesday and I had pulled on the Wednesdays. I had put on the wrong ones that morning, but you know what? I didn't even care, that's right, I didn't even care. With this burst of rebellion, this spurt of renewed spunk, I made a sassy face in the mirror. And I noticed that I had some frumpy old bed-head, and I thought, "I'll be spontaneous, I'll cut my hair." I thought, "just some layers, I'll give it some bounce." And so I snipped a bit here and a bit over here, And the more I cut, the more I thought And the more a new picture of myself became clear. I'd been wondering a long time what I would look like With a pixie-short haircut, or a Meg Ryan 'do. I thought, "How easy it'd be to brush through it each morning- And besides, I could really save on shampoo." So I snipped and I cut and I hacked it away, As lock after lock fell to the floor and the sink. It was like finger painting or splatter painting Or anything fun where you feel but don't think. It was fun and wild, and there was no plan. I was an artist, was Angie Scissorhands. But here is the sad part yeah, here is the moral: Art might be good on your shrubs or on paper instead. But if you're feeling inspired, no matter how bored you've been, Please don't try an art project on your head. Cause when the frenzy of inspired feeling was over, Hair on the floor, none on the head of this lady, I looked long and hard at my reflection in the mirror And I finally figured I kinda looked like Greg Brady. Then I heard the key turn in the lock and I thought "oh no" And I didn't go out to greet you and you said, "Hi" and I said, "Hi" And you said, "What's up?" and I said "Nothing." And you came in and saw my hair and said, "Oh, um, neat." And I said "You don't have to lie, I don't like it either." And you gave me a hug and I said "At least I'm a nanny- Maybe the kids will like my hair now that I kinda resemble Little Orphan Annie." And you said "Your hair will grow out!" and I said "But not tomorrow!" But if I didn't get glamour I got a lesson instead: Art is good, but not on my head. Annie's swell, but not on my head. Greg Brady's groovy, but not on my head. Top

 

The Little Bladder Coffee Blues Coffee made me pee just like Confrontation made me flee, So I'd avoid coffee like the plague And confrontation by always bein' vague. This made it tough for me to go into coffee shops Because I'd never take coffee but I'd take Cream and sugar in my talk. Meat made me cringe just like Talk of a love so deep made me binge on sayin' nothin' So there'd be nothin' left at stake. And I'd survive on salads of ice-burg lettuce and bacos, Which are fake simulations of the real thing, Not savory to taste. Well my fears came back tenfold and full grown. I learned that starvin' myself of love only made me feel More hungry and alone. And though once we feel nourished it pangs us more to do without, I just wanna see what all the hype is all about. Please just let me see what all the hype is all about. So now I sit around the table with all my friends, Hopin' I'll always remember that pretending I don't need anyone else Only makes for a lonely life, in which I'm not even true to myself. Yeah, coffee made me pee just like confrontation made me flee And meat made me cringe just like Talk of a love so deep made me binge on sayin' nothin' So there'd be nothin' left at stake. And I'd survive on the hope that someone could hear my voice and feel My touch, despite the silence of the signals I would make. Well I've become quite a hi-test girl. I get a jump start every mornin' just from wakin' in the world. I tell people what I feel without caffeine. Oh my life has become quite the herbal tea. Yeah, my life has become quite the herbal tea. Top

 

Jacqueline Oh Jacqueline, you always know what I mean. We were pigtailed pipsqueaks But now we've grown into our jeans. Oh Jacqueline, we used to share the backseat. We'd look out each our windows At the lonely farmer's fields of wheat. But now we're big and we can drive. We can steer these bodies alive. We can turn up the radio And girl, we can jive. Oh Jacqueline. Oh Jacqueline, I hope we never treat each other that mean. We've got the whole world to share now, Not just a crowded high school scene. Now we're big and we can dare. The gods always treated us pretty fair. Yeah, we've both got some guts, girl, But how come you got the good hair? Oh Jacqueline. Where will we go? How will we use what we know? Turn the pain into poetry- Girl, I think it's in our bones. Oh Jacqueline, it looks like we've finally come clean. And the whole world seems brighter Than it's ever been. Oh Jacqueline. Top

 

Sweet Pepper Life Keep me guessin', life and I will live you well. Keep me movin', life and I will always Have the wisdom to know right from wrong, And have the strength to do whichever keeps me stronger. You are the mystery that never unravels. You are the feelin' I get when I travel Under all the overtones of dreams. We're all young as children, oh, beneath the seams, yeah. And I will carry my home, I will carry my home with me. Keep me livin', life and I will hold on tight. Keep the sea waves rollin' and the night moon burnin' bright. Keep me keepin' on in this sweet pepper life. Let my tongue taste all your sweet and sour spice. And i will carry my home, I will carry my home with me. Top

Cinnamon Bones

Skeletons Someday we'll be skeletons, but until then we've got work to do, honey. Someday, dear the dream will end, but understand we've got life to live 'til then. When we blow into the wind, we'll know we were the best of friends, honey. So take my hand, I'll take your hand, we'll partake in this earthly promised land, oh yes. If I die before I'm done, be sure to have some fun for me, honey. And grow your soul like an evergreen, always young, never done, huh uh. The only way I'll mourn my death is if I haven't done my best to love ya, honey. But if I spend my years endeared, unstrap my fears I'll still be here when my body goes. When I die, I don't know where I'll go, maybe I'll take the wind to Mexico, honey. When you die, you can join me there, we'll sip Corona's without a care, mmmhmm. All I know is how it feels to peel the fruit of life, it is our season. Let's shuck the skin of fear and taste the sweet swallows of honeydew so pleasin'. Our love is centered 'round the way we love our days, oh they are precious few. So let's not waste a minute from the mornin' to the openin' eye of the old white moon. When we blow into the wind, we'll know we were the best of friends, honey. So take my hand and I'll take your hand, we'll partake in this earthly promised land, mhhhmmm... Top

 

Overall Boy Overall, boy, you suit me well. You give lots of room, and I can let out my belly. You like my lines, I can tell. You know, we wear the truth quite well. Cause suckin' in sucks when the waist is too tight and you waste precious time tryin' to seem just right. And this seamstress knows, you make your own edges, you sew your own lines. And I love you under all there, cause in and out of suit, we always have a real good time. Top

 

The Suga Boogie Woogie My suga likes to boogie in the mornin' time, my suga likes to boogie all day long. My suga likes to boogie in the evenin' time, he strums and sings his sweet old boogie song. My suga plays his boogie on the guitar, my suga boogies up and down the strings. My suga boogie woogie's under nighttime stars. My suga guitar boogies while I sing, doo bee doo bop bop bop... My suga don't put nothin' in his coffee, my sug's so sweet he don't need nothin' else. We spice our suga lives with boogie laughter, and when you ask us how we do it we will tell ya doo bee doo bop bop bop... My suga's hair is sandy blonde like honeycomb, the honeybees are jealous 'cause he's sweet. And if my darlin' suga ever gets the urge to roam I'll pack my bags so he won't go alone and skeet-n-dee deet deet.... My suga's sweet like natural watermelon, I don't get artificial suga crash. A taste of his sweet sug and there's no tellin' what kind of sugaddiction I might catch. My sug brings sweetness to all situations when mean old lemon moods make livin' sour he brings his suga train into the station and we make lemonade for all the hours, doo bee doo bop bop bop.... Top

 

Juicy Georgia Peach well i'm at the gas station, midway from kent, ohio, where the blue sky doesn't visit quite as often as the grey, but i've got mom there and dad there and sister there, so it's a good thing i got you in the u-haul in front of me, cause hey, we're in tennessee, and soon we'll be where the kudzu covers fences and the angry driver clenches her fist at the semi driver goin' 85 right by her and ya-hoo, i'm excited about krispy creme and marta, a big city, a blue sky and the new life starting today but what i really wanted to say is i've had peach melba, peach casserole, peachy sorbet but i have never ever yet in my 22 years and some days had a juicy georgia peach on my license plate. i miss my mama, her flare, her italian ways, i miss hangin' out with her every couple of days i miss the five minute drive to nearly anywhere in town, i miss ridin' my bike to work and just walkin' around and i know i make this traffic jam worse with every commute, but at least when i look at the bumper ahead, i can think of fruit. so come on, juicy georgia, come on you fuzzy state, now i am one of your masses, you can tell by my plate. i've got a hunger to taste the flavor of this city so come on, miss atlanta, take this little ditty, let it drip into the night as a newcomer's testimony to her own appetite. i'll give you this song for just a bite. Top

 

Maggie Mae Peaches Heimann Maggie Mae Peaches Heimann, the shortest, hairiest family member, oh, you know we will remember you. Long nose, I hope you know, how sad I was to see you go so soon to heaven high, to sing in the howl choir. To do your thing on all the lawns, and run your course from dusk to dawn and yawn after a hard day’s play and curl up in the same old way you did on your bedroom floor. Oh, Mags, I bet you wag your tail and howl at heaven’s trains and lick the angels’ faces when they cry. Bet you follow all the saints who ride their bikes to work And get table scraps from god when no one’s looking even though it’s probably just bread and water (but you never were that picky anyway.) And I will leave a note in the highest tree to remind them all up there that you like grapes. And that you love to roam, Sweet Maggie and tell them not to give you gum or peanutbutter. And that you’re the best dog in the world, despite what anybody says, no matter how good your dog is, mine was better. Maggie Mae Peaches Heimann, the shortest, hairiest family member, oh, you know we will remember you. Top

 

Drenched You caught me in my art again, I think we shouldn’t start again, I lie awake, I lie awake, and maybe I’m a fool. You suggest serendipitous, I wouldn’t go for what once was, I wouldn’t be that me, that me, and probably I’m a fool. How I tried inside, so hard, and now I slide back into me. The place where I can breathe. Away from lakes and lily pads and what I once believed. I’m not exactly jaded, though the glitter sure has faded, I’ve swallowed up a mirror, and now I truly shine. So I’m wading in a shallow pool of water once related to the tide that I created from your watery outline. Well I guess I am the moon and I hope I’ll be there soon, back to my home, back to my right, back to the sky. I’ve flipped in pools of secret fears and drowned in depths of inward tears, and swum the laps of wonder, wet, imbibing all my rays. With open eyes and recent clear, I don’t know what I’m doing here. Though you’re not one I’ll soon forget, I don’t think I will stay. Top

 

Backroads Song I found you in the back of my mind, where I lost you a long time ago. We still have miles to go. So let's take only backroads and let's go soon. Let's just travel by moonlight, I love the way your face takes to the moon. Let's not know where we're going. Let's just go. Let's not worry 'bout knowin', I just know. I know. I found you in the back of my mind, where I lost you a long time ago. We still have miles to go. So let's drop all we might carry. Let's just care. Let's let the quiet night marry us. Let's find nowhere sometime soon. Top

 

22 Percent hey, mr. sugarpie, your time's about through. circumstances gonna make me quit talkin' to you if i stayed, i'd most surely have to pay the rent, but i only feel at home about 14 percent. true, you make my blues less navy-ish, true, you turn their hues more baby-ish, but hey hey mister, i'm still not exactly content, yeah i'd say you only color me about 16 percent. i've got a list of criteria whirlin round inside me i've got some listed items even i can't read those intangible feelings some people create, but when it comes to love babe, you abbreviate. so you don't get no more commas, no more semi's or colon's, no more pausin' for you, babe, i'm about to get rollin, but there's one little tribute i just have to make first, you did an 18.3 percent job of quenchin' my thirst. and i know mister, yeah yeah it takes two, you were as taken with me as i was with you, but if you hadn't had your hopes set so gosh darn far, you might have found some extra mileage in this little car. this little vehicle of all we've been through won't travel much further with both me and you i''m asking please pull over, i'm no longer going your way if you'd have let me drive some, maybe i'd have wanted to stay. maybe if this, maybe if that, maybe if things had been better, i might not want you to scat, but as it stands now, let me tell you dude, you were only capable of feeding me appetizer food and i'm the kind of girl who needs a full course meal- you'd have fed me, i'd have fed you, we'd've had a sweet deal, but you didn't satisfy my hunger, you only made a small dent, yeah you only filled my belly about 22 percent. and i know, i wasn't perfect, maybe not even close, but anyway, i'd like to make just one last little toast, i'll remember you by all the letters you'll never have sent, but still i toast us each to happiness, at least 100 percent. Top

 

Nerd Girl The main thing that I want to tell you flies south each time I open up. So I shut up and hope you know I've spent feathers and winds writing songs that perhaps you'll never hear me sing. I'll remember you as my best friend. You were a hatchling too, come to think of all the things we started and ended, all the ways we knew. The other main thing that I want to tell you is despite all you haven't heard, I'll always be the nerd that thinks of you when she thinks of the first time she ever really knew she was a bird. I scratch at my memories each time they try to make me call you up. Sometimes they go away, sometimes they stay but they're always in my wings, never in my way. I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that I wish you so much sky and if you ever get bored or feel afraid, remember how you soared in this robin's eye. Rock and bird are the same things sometimes, I'm grounded in the sky and if you ever get lonely or feel afraid, remember what you almost found in this robin's eye and I'll never really know about you and I. Top

 

Let Go Kept everything straight. But time and life still found a way. So here I stand disheveled in my clothes. Costume’s torn, and I still don’t know. So I slip into the bone and the blood and the quiet dark, oh, the quiet night. In my dreams there I stand with this great outstretched hand. And I’m sleepin’ in the quiet night, I’m slippin’ through this woven mind. This is the last time I will say goodbye. But I don’t mind. I’m not scared to die. So I say live, oh live. Let the water flow and carry you... This is the last hand I will hold and someday, even that I will let go. So live. Live all you can as your life slips through your hand. And we will never run out of time, no we will never run out of time, though we may not pass this way again. So live, oh, live. Never too young, never too old, sometimes hot, sometimes cold. Never too many days, so I say live, and let go. Oh, live, and let go. Top

 

Cinnamon Bones goddamn, you think I’m bland, you think I don’t have cinnamon bones and garlic tears and red pepper blood, goddamn, I’m still alone. well shit, guess this is it, guess I’ll just sit and spit the words, no more silent fits, no more veiled wit, well shit, I kinda think we fit. godsakes, I want to bake with you, crack open ‘til you taste the yolk, add flour for softness and substance, make this meal me and you, add truth to joke. dag nab, I want to grab your shoulders, rub your mind, hold ya all over, inside and outside, it’s time to unwind the coil of years, use fear for fuel and burn it all up, burn it all up, burn it all up. I’ve told you once, I could tell you again. I don’t know what it is, but you’ll always be my friend. well it’s a bitch but I’m rich inside and if I want to stay that way it means I can’t hide the way that I’ve grown from knowing you, then losing you, then gaining me and still loving you, still loving you, still loving you all the way through. good lord my brain says I can’t afford the luxury of holding you and it’s probably true, it’s probably true but I don’t care, cause that’s what I’m gonna do. well shit, goddamn, godsakes, dag nab, it’s a bitch, good lord, good lord, goddamn, goddamn, you think I’m bland, you think I don’t have cinnamon bones and garlic tears and red pepper blood, goddamn, I’m still alone. Top

 

Butterfly You deny, butterfly, let yourself out. It’s all about finding out how to live without him. You build up your wall so tall, let it fall, do it all now, live. Will you ever learn how to give up the pain, let it out. Butterfly, don’t deny yourself. You’re a queen. Realize your riches, I know you’ve no gold. But you’ll never grow old, if you dig down, hold onto yourself. Nobody else can teach you to fly. It rains, I know, but your wings will dry. Fly away, butterfly, take a sunny day and fly away. Butterfly, fly away. Top