dark summers

our house begins at the front door
and ends at my late grandma's bed
the perfect moment always passes 
like a tune out of our heads 

but the song that we sing together
is one we have sung here before
i'm safe deep in the knowledge
it's one can sing once more

sarah do you remember 
those summers so dark with our evil absurd?
the shadows of those days still sometimes pass over us
like the shadows of sick birds

but i have seen the future 
even though it cannot be seen
it's sleeping right here beside me
dreaming the things you dream

i would say that i'm lucky 
but i know those words aren't the best
i'm afraid i'd be ungrateful
if i didn't admit that i've been blessed

thinking about all the sunshine back then
makes me want to cry
thinking about all we lost back then
cause i refused...all we lost just cause i...

but don't say that we're lucky 
i know those words aren't the best
i'm afraid we'd be ungrateful
if we didn't admit that i've been blessed

a monument to my life in the middle (of greatness and depravity of soul) 2010

i used to be in a two person indie acoustic band called lupus crux. here is one of our songs.

get a sense of my wandering power 
i can do anything but have nothing to do
walk through the roses you and i become flowers
i can do anything if there's something to lose
i can do anything but i'd rather see you

a monument to my life in the middle 
of greatness and depravity of soul
sick even when fit as a fiddle
sand to fill in the hole
sand for this maddening hole

something's got to happen in a week's time
or i swear to you my brain will implode
decide against an obvious ryhme
i can do anything when it's time to go
i can do anything if i've got a hand to hold

[unintelligible]
look what you do you hardly use your hands
that EEG don't reflect the dreamline
how can i get all that i need?
i'm made up of pieces of a man 

[special thanks to claire phillips]

the tears i've tasted