instead
of following your old lines
you’ll make zigzags through the soft and glowing trees
and i’ll bet
by the time you get home
there won’t be any reservations
in the gauzy is every favorite dream:
pins in the wall and fries and burgers and whipped cream
delicate hands in their boundless reach
keeping in time with the seven hour lightwork season steam
wandering through the night air we can’t feel at all
writing lifelong futures in the last two weeks
and rolled up pants
laid down (B)enefit and saddled in the sleeping paths
all now breathing in the warmth
and you’ve got some shit to see
i’ve gotta grow my hair
call me when you get the chance!
all of the faces in between the stairs/stares
overseeing where we go
but you could stay and i don’t mind
you’re always waiting, you’re always fine
at least you know what’s next
and our beds are slick and glazed with dappled light
that the silver sky had swept up as it closed
and i felt the morning rolling down the hill
but i wasn’t looking at the clock
supported by 5 fans who also own “Wheel of the Year”
This is thoughtful and melancholy, but not morose -- there is hope in its sheer beauty. Her sensitivity as an arranger and producer is as impressive as her songwriting and singing; the whole album has a lovely sense of texture and space. Joe Madden