Lyrics from "These Days" EP 

Bloom

 

There’s a forest in her eyes

And a canvass on my heart

I'm studying her hues

Warm summer moss over gray ocean blue and

 

Every line I drew

Was traced away 

See a flower sprouting through 

And I’m hoping it can 

 

Bloom

I’m hoping it can

Bloom

 

There’s a sadness in her eyes

And a longing in my heart

And I’m searching for the words

In the pines, on the rocks

I even asked the birds

But every line I spoke

Came out in a mouthful of mess

Picked that flower while I could 

Put it in a cup on my window sill

I’m still hoping it might

 

Bloom

 

 

Cut Through 

 

How does one cut through

All the conversation

I swear I tried to keep it light

 

How does one cut through 

All the ones and twos 

We all play DJ for a night

 

How does one cut through 

Oh to be happy

And tell you, you can be happy too

 

How do you cut through 

All the stone truths 

Anyone you love will surely die

 

But to each their own 

And to anyone 

Who held my hand

 

How do I cut through 

My legs are fucking tired

I guess I’ll give my thumb a shot

 

How do we cut through 

Despite fortuna’s shadow 

Enjoy the shade and twist a smile

 

But to each their own 

And anyone who

Gives a damn

 

Here’s to you

Horse Is Sold

 

My horse is sold

Thoroughbreds never liked getting old

My goose is cooked

Down coats never felt so good

 

And autumn leaves

And takes the color from the trees

And the wait for green 

Mirror mirror what do you see

 

Shellac this skin

To keep everything inside

We lied to hold a truth 

And give our tongues a taste

Of hideaways from vacant days

And liver testing nights we prayed

To a beast that cleaned our bones

Because our pockets weren’t lined green 

And blew all of the absurd from the obscene

And read Nietzsche ‘till our eyes

Would bleed red and face would stream white

And chest glistened blue gasping at a scream

As the decrepit hands called prosperity 

Rasped away our dreams

 

Don’t bare those teeth

Put your fangs away

We can all still eat


 

 

Can’t Take It With You

 

These days been dripping off me

Like a wet dog running from the sea

Long looks in the mirror 

Got me shaking like a leaf

These days been dripping off me

 

Wondering what the hell there is to do

Shoebox of movie tickets and a well worn living room

Get tired of the TV and go walking through the woods

Wondering what the hell there is to do

 

But we all know 

The pangs of growing old

When we all turn back to dirt

And feed the flowers and the worms

 

But you can’t take it with you 

The house, the car, the ring

You can’t take it with you 

Not much of anything

You can’t take it with you 

A penny and your name 

If you can’t take it with you

What’re you gonna leave

 

Memories stay as life fades away

Lost in time a hungry future eats our days

Satiate our fate without discernible decay 

Memories stay as life fades away

 

But we all know

The pangs of growing old

We all turn back to dirt

And feed the flowers and the worms

 

But you cant it with you

The house, the car, the ring

You can’t take it with you

Not much of anything

You can’t take it with you 

A penny and your name

If you can’t take it with you 

What’re you gonna leave

 

Weigh the cost 

Of the ticking clock 

Time is money 

But what’s it worth if it’s lost

More truth in a trunk

Than anything made from it’s heart

We’re all just bags of bones

But let’s say BB for short

 

But you cant it with you

The house, the car, the ring

You can’t take it with you

Not much of anything

You can’t take it with you 

A penny and your name

If you can’t take it with you 

What’re you gonna leave 




California

 

Maps in my head

Too many Xs to count

Pick one just pick one 

Oh what could go wrong

Red tinted face sun-washed with a frown

Eyes are stained red from the sweat on this brow, and

 

I’ve got my compass ready

Tired of waiting on the stars

 

Everybody wants to talk about themselves 

And their world

Tinted with roses

And I’m not sure that I’m a self 

As I search for gold on the coast of 

 

California

 

Ya, ya ah, ya ah

Ya, ya ah, ya ah

 

Write off these days 

At least the ones they’ll allow

Check the right boxes and don’t make a sound

Left myself crumbs to find my way out

But when I searched for me last year not sure what I found

 

And I’ve got my compass ready

Tired of waiting on the stars

 

Everybody wants to talk about themselves 

And their world

Tinted with roses

And I’m not sure that I’m a self 

As I search for gold on the coast of 

 

California

 

Ya, ya ah, ya ah

Ya, ya ah, ya ah

 

I wanna own my words

Not sell my soul

Want to keep my mind 

Not gain control 

And if I wanted a script 

I’d move to Los Angeles

Tired of making lists

Just to check the boxes

 

Everybody wants to talk about themselves 

And their world

Tinted with roses

And I’m not sure that I’m a self 

As I search for gold on the coast of 

 

California

 

Ya, ya ah, ya ah

 

 

 

To Wolves

 

Spend your days banging your head against the wall

You’ll start to think how good it feels

Waste your nights listening for siren calls

You’ll probably end up a meal

 

All I could take 

Was all I could give

Thought I was more

Than blood in this skin

 

So feed me to wolves

So feed me to wolves

 

The innocent joy that held up my smile 

Washed away in the waves of each year

But I’ll play it coy and talk for a mile

About things that I’ll never hold dear

 

And all I could take

Was all I could give

Thought I was more 

Than blood in this skin

 

So feed me to wolves

Feed me to wolves

Feed me to wolves

Feed me to wolves

Feed me whoa, oh oh oh

To wolves

Feed me whoa, oh oh oh

To wolves

Feed me whoa, oh oh oh

To wolves

Feed me whoa, oh oh oh

To wolves

Assorted Poems

What We Forgot

 

We feel

Time lives on the X-axis

And effort on the Y

While success shoots eagerly

Through the plane

But, we’ve forgotten

What the rabbits never will:

That morning greens

Are as delicious to them 

As they are

To wolves.

7A

 

Rivers of light snake their way, 

Into the mighty luminescent lake of the city.

Millions of bulbs

And lamps,

Joining forces. 

 

I wonder,

Which one could be yours?

 

Is it casting a shadow,

Of your latest inspiration?

Is it streaking across

A new lover’s face?

Or has it been flicked off, 

Still hiding from my eyes,

As I gaze from seat 7A.

How to know yourself

 

Go walk through the woods.

 

Leave yourself at home.

©2020 by Surnames.

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