Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Young Clothing

Capo 7

A
As an old man, I’d hate to admit
A                                                           D
How many times I’ve switched out my closet

It’s the same life and all the same shit
I don’t think any of this even fits

E                      D
Man I miss the days
               A
of young clothing

Man I miss the days
of young clothing

Never saw the world, not a single fat lip
Did all I could before I had to be home at six

Looking at a catalog of old habits
They sing to my heart like a summer chorus

Man I miss the days
of young clothing

Man I miss the days
of young clothing

Saturday, July 21, 2018

Old Fashioned Courses

I look out my window and all I see are stars
The feeling of dirt in my shoes hangs so very far
All I want is the smell of burnt rubber in my soul

I’m always running and I never get anywhere fast
Relatively it’s all the same is all I learn in this class
All I want is wind in the flag at my goal

I wanna race on those old fashioned courses
Measure my engine by the power of my horses
And close my eyes as I go speeding along

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Hot / Rich + Famous

I've only seen you
in online magazines
A homegrown celebrity
My very own tragedy

I picture you
Walking down the street
With your hands in your jeans
Man, it's seventy degrees

Imagine me and you
Trying to feel free
We could drive around, top down
Hands out in the breeze

And is that all the summer meant?
A signed postcard of a sunset
From you?

I've been in love with you
Circa two thousand and three
I'm a fan of God's work
Would you please write back to me?

And is that all the summer meant?
A signed postcard of a sunset
From you?

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Roaming Rough Rider

Here's the tale of a makeshift pirate
Who's sailed five out of the seven seas

He doesn't know where he's going
Setting his sail by the tune of the breeze

Yo ho ho, he's missing home,
Yo ho ho, how far can he row
Yo ho ho, he's missing home,

How far can he go with him playing the part?
How far can he go with him playing the part?

Now the heart grows for a port-side lover
Even though her love's not for free

They call her the "Roaming Rough Rider"
For the way she tames cavalry

Yo ho ho, he's missing home,
Yo ho ho, how far can he row
Yo ho ho, he's missing home,

How far can he go with him playing the part?
How far can he go with him playing the part?

Counting the stars and the dancing moonlight
Falling asleep to the breath of the waves

Tending to the whims of his forgotten member
Now there's no chance that he'll see the bay

Yo ho ho, he's missing home,
Yo ho ho, how far can he row
Yo ho ho, he's missing home,

How far can he go with him playing the part?
How far can he go with him playing the part?

Finally his boat starts licking the land
Racing to the inn to see his lady

Heartbroken he finds, she treats men like lanterns
One if by land, but two if by sea.

Monday, December 4, 2017

Palpitations

Not this state of mind,
Nor this state of grace
That I've imagined for my place
in time can ever understand
or exist past the imaginary
controls that sit at the front of my brain
like a pilot who has lost control of his ship.
Her ship
Their ship
A vessel and no further
A lesson to the accident that brought me here

Us here.

I can never say anything without hope.
Our relationship now relies on the hope
That one day I'll be able to catch up with you
In this one way conversation.

My biggest fear is that that is not true.
My biggest fear is that that is true and that I am not.

If I make it to the clouds and find you waiting
Will I be as elated as I imagine myself to be now?

I'm afraid I'll see it as I was worried for nothing.

Like how I get someone else to drive me to events
because I'm too afraid to park
but when we get there, I realize
that I could've just driven here myself

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Suffern

Something is wrong with me
Can we test all the organs?
To find out the folly
With this human body

But I don't know what's going on
What's happening to this brain
And this bag of broken bones

Feel the roots of this nerve
Wrapped around my stomach
My eyes are seeing stars
More than several lightyears away

Among the shade of my eyes
Lies a permanent fever dream
Lies to my face on this side
Of the intelligent monument

Trains rumble through the night
Their passengers' fervors gleam
I can hear them through the blinds
All their dissonant temperaments

Monday, October 16, 2017

Forgive, Forget

It's all the same colors
Standing in a hue with a view
A rustic Polaroid
Thrown to the sky, why don't you come down

She's showing off her sweater,
Her undercover pleasure
It's been so long since she's been upset

Her friends are all her family
Don't turn around completely
Live and love and laugh and
Forgive and forget

Her soul is made of leather
Complexion is no better
Has she finally earned her independence?

Hyper extended family
Check them on the big screen
Live and love and laugh
Forgive and forget

She's a tenant of my heart
It's sad to say, she's here to stay
Never close, always apart
A falling out would make my day