LYRICS

 

HEAVEN BENT

 

I will protect your solitude

keep first watch over our expanse

fast asleep you can fall in the balcony of Masonic Hall

to the sound of chainsaws dancing

let go your head

I got it

I am baptized behind the lights all alone

heaven bent to hell

heaven-herself — the tender warrior

I believe she sent for us when she 

saw we were trying our best

trying to be good 

trying to be kind

Trying to stay true

try, I just want to do right by you

pale blue eyes

warm red light

Olympia 1865

the brilliant life of a fly

let go your head 

I got it now

 

you are the blood in my song

see me spill over when it’s sung

will I spill all over everyone when you’re gone?

oh god.

 

My blood will fill the ditch

My blood will bury the mountain

But for now it sits still in my mouth

just waiting on the tip of my tongue  

 

 

ATALAIA

 

Leah I got your letter

I was too afraid to tell you

I was too afraid to speak one word or another 

but in my mind’s eye I’m still reading over your shoulder on Lake Michigan

are we twenty-seven?

Leah I got your letter

 

 

SALT

 

See all the loners spinning towards the heavens

the steeplechasers got us looking for the moon

And in this heaven the horror of its absence

has me trembling beside myself beside you 

 

when tears stained my cheeks you kissed all but the salt

I suppose you didn’t see —I can’t fault you for that;

when your tongue licked the lash all the salt had seeped through 

and you would not believe I’d been crying over you

 

some days I’m afraid I’m already mourning

already mourning you

some nights I’m convinced I’m already dead

 

in your arms I understand all at once

my life has been building me up to us

in your hands I am mine, you take me to myself

the tenses I knew now they bring me to you 

 

I am yours I am yours

you are my own

one kiss sucks the mud clear from my soul 

the neon lights that fill your eye

above coney island I could die tonight if I’m not

already dead, already mourning 

 

when tears stained my cheeks you kissed all but the salt

when your tongue licked the lash all the salt had seeped through 

am I already mourning you?

 

 

SEE YOU

 

 

have we fucked ourselves over?

making our worlds so close 

your skin to my bone

have I fucked myself over?

making my chaos calm

your pennies in my palm

have we fucked ourselves over?

making our world so right 

overnight

if I see you when I look in my own eyes

how could I ever despise myself again?

(have I fucked myself over?)

my bones to your skin

 

 

TANGLES

 

time takes the years from out of our hides

wait for the belt with bated breath

and the bait on the line

finds a fish in the sea

your teeth take the cake and feed it to me

 

I heard from a little bird

that you crushed its mama’s bones

please look me in my face

don’t you be disgraceful

oh lord, oh please say, say it ain’t so 

 

for I’m immune

I’m immune to no one

love is a luxury that I can’t quite afford

I call it by name

and you know it just walks out my door

maybe I shouldn’t hold it so tightly anymore

 

your smoke builds a plume

how it stifles my perfume

and the paint on the walls of your room

makes for a pretty, makes for a pretty little June

 

and I never want to see you

I never want to see you again 

but I long to see you soon

for a heart can be as stark and sad

as a single laugh in a funeral parlor

and my argument is as senseless 

as picking up pennies from the snow

and loneliness she can be a whore

I take her to bed—

I’m so sure she won’t be there in the morning

 

oh lord what more could we be for

than the bangles on your wrist?

oh lord what more could we be for

than the tangles in your hair?

 

look me in my face

don’t you be a disgrace

oh lord, please say it ain’t so

 

what more could we be for

than the change clanging in your pockets?

the pennies falling from your hand into the snow

the pennies falling from your hand into the snow

 

 

 

WE ARE NOBODY ELSE

 

I know I butchered our Exquisite Corpse

your lines were tender and mine were morbid

I was just nervous that you would not be kind

so I poured blood on the knife

we trade off being so terrified

Let's find some bravery baby, and lay down the knives

I love you - and I wanna go on loving you

 

There's nothing holier than the laughter of our friends

There's nothing more I need, I have everything

I’ve got the gold in your hair the sun in your hair 

I’ve got the honey in your hair 

and my hands in your hair night into day

 

who gifted us this fate?

the glory of god, the wrath of god

both make me afraid!

 

then relief floods my brain like a biblical rain

that we are ourselves - we are nobody else 

and we are making out in the woods behind

Brandenburg Gate while the sirens fade

I nearly know not what to do

I am myself and you are you 

I nearly know not what to do

when you see me seeing you 

 

Frankie, I will read to you from Salter in the park while you illustrate your day for us

Frankie, I will read to you from Salter in the park

There's nothing lovelier than your laughter, my friend

and there is nothing left I need, I have everything

I’ve got all the love that I have ever known and the love is for you

and the love is growing 

I will praise this life for all my time's too heavenly to not build it a sanctuary to praise this life

who gifted us this fate

 

the good glory of god the great wrath of god

the gold heart of god the true love of god

the blue blood of god the warm breath of god

                                                               

  

CRATER LAKE

 

let’s be one another’s present tense

we’ll go to the mountain by the lake we’ll undress

we’ll swim and we’ll swim until the sun settles to sleep

we’ll build us a fire of a flame so deep

in the morning we’ll rise where the world moves on

we’ll take to the badlands and we’ll sing us this song

it runs through us this movement it fills us with sun

see that tree I will climb it I will pick you a plum

see that tree I will climb it I will pick you a plum