“Bird At The Window of my Tower” (Inspired by Maxfield Parish and Sue Lewin) Written and recorded last week.
Bird at the window of my tower,
come to persuade me every hour
That I should trade all my treasures for your song
That if I give you all my youth your beauty will go on and on.
But it’s a steep price to pay to one who may never return.
A jagged contract made with one who takes it all up (front).
Bird at the window of my tower
Lovely dove or vicious predator who would devour.
The years are mine to give to this endeavor.
But if I trust them to your wings I fear your absence will take over.
Yet a fist of diamonds (has no worth) when protected from the light.
And there is nothing I want more than to see this bird take flight.
Oh fly. Scrape your feathers on the sky.
Fly. Before I change my mind.
Oh fly. Scrape your feathers on the sky.
Fly. Leave this corpse behind.
“Machine Heart” Written and recorded last week.
How can you let yourself be so indecent?
A spectacle willing the whole world to see it.
Your heart pumping blood through machines.
Flowing in digital beats.
But there’s no surgeon who can fix this for you.
There’s no surgeon who can make your love true.
How can the worms in your head make a home there?
Feasting like gluttons on all of your despair.
You try to let go of the pain
By scrubbing the walls with your paint.
There’s no surgeon who can fix this for you.
There’s no surgeon who can make your love true.
Run as fast as you please.
But you’ll never be free.
Of this need.
Of this need.
There’s no surgeon who can fix this for you.
There’s no surgeon who can make your love true.
How can you let yourself be so indecent?
A spectacle willing the whole world to see it.
“Pilgrim” Written and recorded last week.
Tried to send a message with Frederick.
Tried again with Claude and Franz.
Despite a meticulous effort
to reach through the vast expanse…
I am lost. (Never Found)
In a circus of sound.
Johanne’s in the air that I’m breathing.
Igor’s in the water I drink.
Frida’s in my dreams and she’s screaming.
Vincent knows just what I think.
I am lost. (Never found).
In a circus of sound.
I’m in love. (Never safe.)
(On this) enlightened road they’ve paved.
Spent the morning talking with Ludwig.
Peter stopped in for a spell.
As I took my notes I discovered
That this path I choose goes straight through Hell.
I am lost. (never found)
In a circus of sound.
I’m in love. (Never safe.)
(On this) enlightened road they’ve paved.
“Habanera for Lissy” Written in January for Alessandro. Recorded this morning.
Canta habaneras en rojo.
Canta habaneras en negro.
Llega ella cada verano.
Traiga su guitarra y piano.
Se enamoran de ella todos los camareros.
Se enamoran de ella todos los camareros.
Canta habaneras en rojo.
Canta habaneras en negro.
Yo no conozco a ella.
Pero si la conozco por lo que me han dicho.
Llega ella cada verano.
Traiga su guitarra y piano.
Se enamoran de ella todos los camareros.
Se enamoran de ella todos, todos.
“Avalon” (written in jan, recorded last week)
Avalon, what have you done to me?
Avalon, These years are gone, they’ve flown away.
Avalon, the miles we’ve spun so far.
Avalon, I’ve run and gone no where.
Your hand on the gate…
Your hand on the gate…
But this won’t wait anymore.
This won’t be contained anymore.
Avalon, your wind has filled my cup.
Avalon, the kind that dries you up.
Leaves you parched to the bone.
Parched to the bone.
But this won’t wait anymore.
This won’t be contained.
The suns gonna rise, burn off the mist.
Bring to the light, all that I’ve missed.
Avalon, your beauty mystifies.
Avalon, I have believed your lies.
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