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Interlude (campchase)

2nd song written on project

I’m new to you but I’m used to distance

I know of lust and I know of interest

I know a detour is never kind


but toss your hair back for an instant

The nape of your neck is caught in vintage

lighting I have never sighted in my time


sepia’s a calling card

Something I recall in darkness

all your valleys and the arches

I will never be


rivers that consume and sunder  

you to shake the walls as thunder

we will never speak as lovers speak

we won’t be anything at all


but I would break my neck just to talk to you

I haven’t yet it’s getting


cold outside

and I’m losing light

losing time to ask some way to call you up


come out forthright

with what I mean to

as of now I never see you

never see you

It’s getting

cold outside

and I’m losing light

firmly in the dark on how I’m this caught up


but if I got it wrong this time

it’s not the ending I

just know I’ll never see you

never see you

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Dumb Friend

3rd song written on project

I know she lurkin’ round from the middle of the house

olfactory as a means of proof

only sweeter smoke than the fires of youth

she make the keys unstick


follow jagged decent


she come to pick me up

cause I’m feeling down  

come to pick me up now


oh she pick a little bit this, little bit of that

pick me all apart now


but she gon’ tell me what it is

yes she gon’ tell me what I don’t know

she gon’ tell me what it is

Just a little longer dear you quit knocking on my door  


cause she gon’ tell me what it is

yes she gon’ tell me what I don’t know

Yes she gon’ tell me what it is


No she gon tell me how I

want her by the sound of lighters

why my mouth resemble river after rain

yes I’m Cherrapunji till I get the taste

I need the clouds come home


follow billowed ascent


she come to pick me up

drag me right back down

she throw me around now


oh I throw a little bit of fit

I get over it

she come calm me down now


cause she gon’ tell me what it is


(Just a little longer

Just a little longer)


yes she gon’ tell me what I don’t know


(Just a little longer

Told myself I wouldn’t do this past 25)


she gon’ tell me what it is


(It’s canonized)


Just a little longer dear you quit knocking on my door  


but she gon’ tell me what it is

yes she gon’ tell me what I don’t know

she gon’ tell me what it is

No she gon tell me how it is that she is


still lurkin round

oh she leave the light on for me  

and after all this time


I feel her climbing out the walls I built around her

know she’s too ingrained to lose

oh how many years have I been saying I’ll leave soon

She know damn well I won’t go now

she make a damn fool of me

yes she know I won’t go now

She woven underskin too deep

and I may not know why she


keep me in the dark

but oh she leave the light on for me

and after all this time?

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April

1st song written on project

You still hum her song as you walk

round the house

You’re an awfully hard line to shake


Figure outlined in a skirt

Fabric black as the words

Your sparring tongue still relays


April if you want her

Darlin’, go get her

There she go slipping away

She go slipping away again


I thought you solved yourself

Last summer

Must be not a typical dame

She got you back up inside your head


She gon give you new start

She gon tear you apart

She gon make it okay

April if you want her

Darlin’ go get her

She go slipping away

She go slipping away again


You got your taste of freedom

You’re long term is a goner

Good riddance, he’s a preacher


He sold you that you need him

And I told you watch the autumn

There’s danger in the season (singing)


why is there expectation when the leaves fall down

You asked me at the kitchen table

I’m not able to answer that


Drawn your smile on

See it curve above your mouth

See it cover, dash the frown from your face


Match, my walled endevors

You match, my careless ending

We act like last remaining is grave

Don’t putter ‘round now, smoke with me

April if you want her

Darlin’, go get her

There she go slipping away

She go slipping away again


I thought you solved yourself

Last summer

Must be not a typical dame

She got you back up inside your head


She gon give you new start

She gon tear you apart

She gon make it okay

April if you want her

Darlin’ go get her

She go slipping away

She go slipping away again


April that’s a long word

Forever is a long word

Don’t make a habit of tossing it around

She was momentary but we all were now


April if you want her

Darlin’, go get her

There she go slipping away

She go slipping away again


I thought you solved yourself

Last summer

Must be not a typical dame

She got you back up inside your head


She gon give you new start

She gon tear you apart

She gon make it okay

April if you want her

Darlin’ go get her

She go slipping away

She go slipping away again



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Amicable

4th song written on project

I’m better without you

hope you’re better without me

hope that your rent stays below 750

hope you can still walk around Nantucket

and not feel alone more than you usually do


I’m better without you

hope your better without me

hope that New York state will give you a license

and every 2008 prius hybrid

seems a little bit duller than the first one you knew


Hope me reaching out now doesn’t seem like breaking some unspoken vow

I’m not looking for you to come around

We’re both moved on moving on now


I just wish the world would stop piling on you in creative and cruel ways

Hope your mom and the boy’s in a good place

Hope that Donald is pulling his own weight


hope that your hope isn’t counted in dollars

your winter is warm, and it’s mild in august

home is a kind place and laughter is constant

I hope you have people who know you as you


and now I’ve stopped counting days

oh now that’s alright now

that’s okay

good things end

and bad things change


I won’t see you again

It’s for the better I know

you had enough of me a lifetime ago


I won’t see you again

was it always harder getting older

You had enough of me a lifetime ago

You had enough of me a lifetime ago

you had enough of me if my


if my shoulder’s were not high enough for you I’d understand that too


but that was never it at all

These things are past tense

these things are through


You stand stronger now

I’ve seen you do it all

and you stand stronger now


you stand stronger now

a man as weak as I could never make you this tall

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After School Special

5th song written on project

I waste time

as a matter of fact

I specialize

in vacancies of eyes and prose


but you don’t help me

no you don’t help me at all

I like it

taking up my time

taking up my floor with clothes

I own the television

loath the television

They told me television’s not true

I know this


I waste time  

in confusion of talk

With scripted lines

I wish I had a script for you


I’d hold a radio up in your front yard

I’d have a hipper bar to take you to

something with fire


you would walk in slow motion and I’d smoke lights

I wouldn’t drive a car that’s powder blue

it’s neither here nor there I  


Just think you that you could be my after school special

I could write you dumb love songs

I just think you could be my after school special

I could write you dumb love songs


of course the cause of coursing

in veins is often born of the

same thing that’ll take it away


Due course my colors bleed through

I’m sure they won’t deceive you

Of course I’m gon’ lead you astray  


but i’m combing my mind

trying to let you inside

it’s a cynical kind of place  


I need a day without rain sometimes

picture perfect in a frame outside

holding a


Radio up in your front yard

the start is all the end we’d have to view

Never expired


You would walk in slow motion

and I’d smoke lights

I wouldn’t start something I’m afraid to lose

It’s neither here nor there I


Just think you that you could be my after school special

I could write you dumb love songs

I just think you could be my after school special

I could write you dumb love songs

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Rye

6th song written on project

Manifold my cautery

Sans codifying any part of me


Crease and fold sold reverie

I'm edified their falser meanings


Pour the rye

On the beams outside

To set afire as you're leaving


I couldn't stand this place without you anyways


The past indwelled

yet expelled defeat

I'm modern failure

I am holocene


The darkest room hides

Darkest thieves

Even birds outside

Students to your breathing


Pour the rye

On the beams outside

To set afire as you're leaving


I couldn't stand this place without you anyways


But the light isn't something I've won

It defies me as tides sink a ship from its moorings


Standing outside in the dark

I'll be anything you want

I will try it all over come morning


Here in the dark I resign

I am not what you thought

I will try it all over come morning


You must believe me

You must believe me

You must believe me


I couldn't stand this place without you anyways