ache

ache, ache, you live for the ache
that reminds you you're human
and wanted
and alive
but then it snaretears you
and catch-unawares you
and leaves you adrift
staring into the night

i keep getting to the edge and being too afraid to cross over. it's so much easier to keep everyone distanced and boxed up as abstractions...i get bowled over with the shock if i find out someone's actually thinking about *me*.

whispercroon and jazz

i heard this at the end of a french short film, being sung in a jazzy-fem kinda style, and i couldn't pick why i knew it until i realised it was words, not melody. sounds different when elliott smith whispercroons it.

Drink up, baby, stay up all night.
With the things you could do, you won't but you might.
The potential you'll be, that you'll never see.
The promises you'll only make.
Drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days.
Do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away,
The images stuck in your head.
People you've been before that you don't want around anymore.
That push and shove and won't bend to your will.
I'll keep them still.
Drink up, baby, look at the stars, I'll kiss you again-
Between the bars, where I'm seeing you-
There with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught.
Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine.
Keep you apart deep in my heart separate from the rest,
Where I like you the best.
And keep the things you forgot.
The people you've been before that you don't want around anymore.
That push and shove and won't bend to your will.
I'll keep them still.

made in egypt

some or maybe one of my edges
is made of sand
and when i lie down i
can feel myself trickling away into the nothing
grain by
grain by
grain.
sometimes it tickles and i just
idly wonder
when it will all flow back
other times
it makes me forget how to play