Looks like my crazy family is down one crazy daughter 'Cause I'm shipwrecked in a desert that once was underwater Just looking for a swift turn of phrase
Sitting in my glass house While your ghost is sleeping down the hall Watching little birds fly Kamikaze missions into the walls Think I'm gonna stay in
That's just my cowgirl alter-ego riding on her bar room bull Dripping with the sweat of irony as the cowboys whoop and drool Shooting glances at the mirror
Wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin' Plannin' and dreamin' each night of his charms That won't get you into his arms So if you're looking to find
My name is Lisa Kalvelage, I was born in Nuremberg And when the trials were held there nineteen years ago It seemed to me ridiculous to hold a nation
Standing just outside The circle of light Avoiding the pool cues Watching the game Waiting for you Hanging in the doorway Like smoke Like mistletoe This
You're a wild one I like your smile You do amazing things And I can't believe you're everything You've got perfect fingers A velvet voice Your
by DAR WILLIAMS (NOT Ani DiFranco) Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday, Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place
I've been wondering what you meant when you asked Do you have a light? I've been wondering where you went when you left That party that night Cloud blood
you wander into the forest following that shiny red ball and by the time you looked up you were lost, that's not all instead of being the hero boy he
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{So, okay} {o, lastly, well, we were supposed to be here last night I mean, not and you're late, no} {We were supposed to be in this town, sleeping
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Life in the circus ain't easy But the folks on the outside don't know The tent goes up and the tent comes down And all that they see is the show And
well your arms hang parallel to the curtains your gaze falls perpendicular to the floor your resign yourself to the hurting the lines in your brow are
(inspired by the WTC disaster) yes, us people are just poems we're 90% metaphor with a leanness of meaning approaching hyper-distillation and once
Second intermission Anticipation You know the third act Small talk drops out of the play You're standing in the lobby Tightening your tourniquet Waiting
