Wrote this about a year ago and just rediscovered it.
Where I’m from I’m no one Just taking up space under the dying sun where I’m from Where I’m from You buy your fun I can’t forget the things I’ve done where I‘m from Every time I woke up I was a little surprised And I wondered why I kept myself alive And god knows this place was ready to die But it was all I’d ever known And I only ever meant to pass you by But your home looks so pretty from up in the sky It’s been a long way and I’m fixing to die I should’ve thought of that before I left home But when you looked at me with that empty, burning stare And you looked right on through my eyes as if I wasn’t there You took me right on back to the place where I was before With the stagnant, dirty air Full of faces I can’t recall anymore You know I’m not unused to being alone
He wears a crown upon his head He holds a weapon in his hand He drags his fingers through the sand He holds his poison in his teeth He knows he hardly has to think He breathes in sound and spits up ink And he is blinded by his own light And he knows no one taught him to fight Oh, Anthony, talk to me Oh, Anthony Just breathe, breathe He throws his ring onto the ground She throws him out and makes him run He reaches for his only son His lyrics fall on soundless ears He holds a pocketful of pills He knows the chaser is what kills But he knows someone stands behind the lens And he knows she’ll be there when the vision ends Oh, Anthony, talk to me Oh, Anthony Just breathe, breathe He knows he’ll die the way he lived He’s so afraid he doesn’t care He reaches for the empty air He keeps it all inside his head
(1st verse) White noise, check your conscience here She said in space there's no room for fear She kept a picture by the door To remind her of the way things were before
(2nd verse) "Houston, I'm never coming down I'd rather watch the world keep turning 'round Up here it's just my rocketship and me And you can't cry in zero gravity She knows there's nothing for her there As she sits up there breathing prepackaged air She hates the feel of solid ground Up here she's a queen without a crown
(pre-chorus) Who the hell do you think you are? Caught between Planet Earth and the local star You better love it up there, sitting all alone You're one thousand days and counting and you're still not coming home
(Chorus) Just a sailor without a sea A starspun curiosity I've lost control
Hope you enjoy! (Also keep in mind that this one is a little difficult for me to play on guitar and I didn't practice it much before recording)
Lyrics:
(1st verse) I left the green light on last night Then stayed awake and wrote your name I left it well within your sight So you might come like moth to flame Come to burn If I should speak What would you learn?
(Chorus) Thoughts they rise and fall and fade away Someday I'll be gone and you might wonder why you stayed
(2nd verse) All that lies between our minds Are years of which you're unaware In the dark you cannot find them So I sigh and keep you there You cannot know For if you knew You might let go
(Chorus) Thoughts they rise and fall and fade away Someday I'll be gone and you might wonder why you stayed
Lyrics: (1st verse) Let me feel you lift me to our closest star Let me steal you like the precious thing you are Stony gazes make my colorless skin crawl Passing through phases, our only hope is to evolve
(2nd verse) We put our hopes and dreams on a rocket ship to Mars It’s closer than it seems, the future’s not so far You’re watching Venus rise, I’ve never felt so low No though escapes the mind, no light escapes the soul
(chorus) All I want is to burn through your black hole eyes Pray don’t close your eyes, look to the sky and I’ll show you your first blue sunrise
(3rd verse) Come off the ceiling, you know you’re making me feel low Home’s just a feeling, and it’s one I cannot know Ten thousand liar’s words have left me on my own Build me a pyre of pale and shapely bone
(chorus) All I want is to burn through your black hole eyes
Make myself a new messiah, "Trust me," I say- they know I'm a liar; some good old-fashioned bloodletting, you take it back- I'm not forgetting that time they told me I was dirty- dirty? Little birdie, far too wordy, quite upsetting. It wasn't long before it worsened, hateful, pithy little person- can't explain why my shows are all booked; you say they're mad- I say they're hooked and maybe just a little crazy- crazy? Slightly lazy, eyes are hazy since I first looked. Burn this copy; new revision- tripping on my tunnel vision; dark and gritty, avant-garde, cannot swallow- much too hard if you've ever stopped to listen- listen? Twisted vixen, pavement glistens with glass shards. The shades are drawn; the light is darkened
Is HOME a concept? If it is, it's one I don't understand
Because my blood does not feel like it belongs in my body And when I hold still I can feel all the tiny pieces of pale, shapely bone holding my body together How beautiful is bone How delicate are the bones in my hands Hands that are always cold Cold blood Cold mornings that keep me in my bed My head beneath the covers My head that aches at the beginning of ever day And the end of every evening pressure building behind my eyes My eyes The only part of me that feels right
Is HOME a feeling? If it is, I can't feel it
Even though this place is full of things that remind me of home With it's crystals, pure and clear and natural Children of the Earth The Earth held together by stone, strong, solid stone Buried deep in the ground The ground Where roots twist and bend Connected to trees
Turquoise What is she? She is a sailor. She is an oddity, a spectacle, an outcast. But she doesn't care. She's smiling anyway. She's dressed in cast-offs, remnants, ideas collected in a gallery Topped with a blue feather boa And her heart on her sleeve. Eloquent without words, graceful without movement, dreaming, though wide awake. She loves but two things. Her first love is the sea. She lives for the hazy mornings, the wind-tossed fancies, the waves rolling, tossing, winking, the same blue-green as her name. Her second love is Fleeting. Fleeting, here for such a short time. Fleeting, like sunsets, spring,
