Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Tea-Soaked Letter

by Anna Burch

Strange, the ones you love
Could bury your body underground
I woke up too late again
Would you start the coffee, my only friend?

I forgot to fake
The way that I was feeling
I guess it's too late
Now all my cards are showing

No, you can't come up
Who am I kidding? I would drag you up
What was that you said?
That I don't exist inside your head

You said you would come
And it came better
So what?
Will you send me a tea-soaked letter?

I feel so alone
When everyone in town is overblown
So I made a scene
I can think of things more embarassing

I forgot to fake
The way that I was feeling
I guess it's too late
Now all my cards are showing

You said you would come
And it came better
So what?
Will you send me a tea-soaked letter?

You're all I wanted

Sunday, December 31, 2017

A Dream Without Pain

by Nicole Atkins

I woke up from a nightmare to a dream
I've been known for singin in my sleep
It's all been such a blur
The devil's had his turn
May my path be lit up by the bridges that I've burned

Say goodbye to Santa Fe
You and I will never be the same
Bye to sorrow and to blame
I want a dream without pain

I woke up from a nightmare to a dream
Riding shotgun in the mercy seat
It's all been such a blur
And now I've found the nerve
May my path be lit up by the bridges that I've burned

Ellum's deep and Austin's low
You can stay there but I have to go
You can stand there in the flames
I want a dream without pain

I woke up from a nightmare to a dream
The most beautiful dream

Monday, December 25, 2017

Gaudete

from Piae Cantiones

Gaudete, gaudete!
Christus est natus
ex Maria virgine
gaudete!

Tempus adest gratiae
hoc quod optabamus
carmina laetitiae
devote reddamus

Deus homo factus est
natura mirante
mundus renovatus est
a Christo regnante

Ezechielis porta
clausa pertransitur
unde lux est orta
salus invenitur

Ergo nostra concio
psallat iam in lustro
benedicat Domino
salus Regi nostro

Gaudete, gaudete!
Christus est natus
ex Maria virgine
gaudete!

Monday, June 26, 2017

If We Were Vampires

by Jason Isbell

It's not the long flowing dress that you're in
Or the light coming off of your skin
The fragile heart you protected for so long
Or the mercy in your sense of right and wrong

It's not your hands, searching slow in the dark
Or your nails leaving love's watermark
It's not the way you talk me off the roof
Your questions like directions to the truth

It's knowing that this can't go on forever
Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone
Maybe we'll get forty years together
But one day I'll be gone or one day you'll be gone

If we were vampires and death was a joke
We'd go out on the sidewalk and smoke
And laugh at all the lovers and their plans
I wouldn't feel the need to hold your hand

Maybe time running out is a gift
I'll work hard 'til the end of my shift
And give you every second I can find
And hope it isn't me who's left behind

It's knowing that this can't go on forever
Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone
Maybe we'll get forty years together
But one day I'll be gone or one day you'll be gone

Friday, June 9, 2017

Dreams & Songs

by Warren Haynes

My whole life's been filled with song and dreams
When I was a child I had a time machine
Little did I know it would go to fast
Little did I know I could see the future
But not the past

Leave it all behind, come what may
Always thought I'd be coming home some day
Little did I know that life is hard
Here I am now, staring out a window
To my old back yard

Is there any comfort to be derived
In knowing that most of our lives
Could never be the same, could never go back home
And those that can, are lucky, I guess
To somehow escape from this mess
Me, I can only do it, in dreams and songs

Trying to feel the hope of running a race
Leaves an even bigger empty space
A moving target is harder to kill
Never was one for taking it easy
Or standing still

Nowadays I find myself again
Throwing stones and caution to the wind
Nothing's really changed but the scenery
Staring into my child's eyes, I realize
What it all means to me

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Total Entertainment Forever

by J. Tillman

Bedding Taylor Swift
Every night inside the Oculus Rift
After mister and the missus
Finish dinner and the dishes

And now the future's definition
Is so much higher than it was last year
It's like the images have all become real
And someone's living my life for me out in the mirror

Can you believe how far we've come
In the new age?
Freedom to have what you want
In the new age we'll all be entertained
Rich or poor
The channels are all the same
You're a star now, baby, so dry your tears
You're just like them
Waking up from the nightmare

No god to rule us
No drugs to soothe us
No myths to prove stuff
No love to confuse us
Not bad for a race of demented monkeys
From a cave to a city to a permanent party

When the historians find us we'll be in our homes
Plugged into our hubs
Skin and bones
A frozen smile on every face
As the stories replay
This must have been a wonderful place

Friday, March 31, 2017

Guys and Dolls

by Frank Loesser

When you see a guy reach for stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doing it for some doll
When you spot a John waiting out in the rain
Chances are he's insane, as only a John can be for a Jane

When you meet a gent paying all kinds of rent
For a flat that could flatten the Taj Mahal
Call it sad, call it funny, but it's better than even money
That the guy's only doing it for some doll

When you see a Joe saving half of his dough
You can bet they'll be minting it for some doll
When a bum buys wine like a bum can't afford
It's a cinch that the bum is under the thumb of some little broad

When you meet a mug lately out of the jug
And he's still lifting platinum folderol
Call it hell, call it heaven, it's a probable twelve-to-seven
That the guy's only doing it for some doll

When you see a sport and his cash has run short
You can bet he's been blowing it on some doll
When a guy wears tails with the front gleaming white
Who the heck do you think he's tickling pink on Saturday night?

When some lazy slob gets a good steady job
And he smells from Vitalis and Barbasol
Call it dumb, call it clever, ah, but you can't give odds forever
That's the guy's only doing it for some doll