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crisisoflocation

 

nine

 

lyrically, I think this is hands-down the best song I’ve ever written.  the number nine is significant for two reasons: the ninth draft of the lyrics is the one presented here, and the song could be about any one of a group of nine people.  I realized later that nine is also the month number of my birth month.  As well as three times my lucky number.  the line “I miss you like an empty room” is a favorite.  the spoken word bit in the middle isn’t my favorite, but it’s embedded in a take I don’t feel I can improve on, so there it is.  written in the depths of my JMU nostalgia, all alone in my apartment, November 2002.

 

she came on like a summer’s day

but lingered like a winter’s rain

by night she turned into the moon

and glowed with light and sweet perfume

 

has yet a girl so sculpted me?

and dug her hands into my being?

and chiseled out a careful part

from within her art she stole my heart

 

and so I’ll go, hollowly, incomplete

I know, I know you swallowed me and my heartbeat

so slow, although you’re a part of me, you must surely see

when I go, I’ll go, please follow me

 

facets blinking brilliantly

and in my eyes they’re reflecting

she sleeps so lovely, silently

while dreams I craft from lace and string

 

her lips are pursed in thoughtful rest

I hide my pain and my regret

her eyes and skin I’ve foolish left

with half my chest, and I’m bereft…

 

spoken:

to prove to myself ‘twas not a dream

poured over mountains

commanding an army of memories

that sleep within me

and wake with her face

her sun rises above my brief past

illuminating

if only for a night

a dreamless night

proving my dreams were real

 

and I miss you like an empty room

and I wish you could come by soon

the gallery’s not what it’s seemed

your hands must help me breathe

my heart beats across empty streets

where the sound of your feet echoes through me

now that I’m gone, would you dare miss me?

or do you sleep to the sound of your own heartbeat?

 

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