tuesdays are lyrical

Calexico -
All Systems Red

felt a tremor stir beneath my breath
that forecast storms on the gallop poll
waking up from the nightmare news
hoping to read a sign in the morning air

nothing changes here and nothing improves
all say my friends who just want out
and leave these troubles behind
scatter like paper in the eye of the storm
documented with a silenced note
that's only heard from far away

more cards in play, following suit
everywhere you look, you only see red
wonder when to call off the race
watching a horse run down it's last legs
when you think it couldn't get much worse
the numbers rise on the death toll
and the chimes of freedom flash and fade
only heard from far away

i hear you can't trust in your own
now the grey is broken in the early morn
and the words forming barely have a voice
it's just your heart that's breaking without choice

everything you learned is distorted in your head
bouncing off the wall, unraveling the thread
staying up with the blue screen glow
forgetting everything you ever dreamed years ago

when the dead is flowing down my veins
i want to tear it all down and build it up again
hear your heart that's breaking without choice
i want to hear those chimes ring ring
ring again.

tuesdays are lyrical

music has ridden shotgun next to photographs in this space for some time. today i'm starting a weekly marriage of the two- okay, a fling really. one song / one photo.

maybe the song and photo together have a significance
maybe it's completely arbitrary
maybe it's just a good song that i can't get out of my damn head
maybe (most likely) i'm stealing from Alec and John

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tuesdays are lyrical # 1

The Avett Brothers -
Talk On Indolence

well i've been lockin' myself up
in my house for sometime now
readin' and writin' and readin'
and thinkin'
and searching for reasons and
missing the seasons.
the Autumn, the Spring, the
Summer, the snow.
the record don't stop the record
don't go
latches latched the windows
down
the dog coming in, the dog going
out.
Up with caffeine and down with a
shot.
Constantly worried about what
i've got.
Distracting my work but i can't make a stop
and my confidence on and my confidence off.
and i sink to the bottom and rise to the top
and i think to myself that i do this a lot.
world outside just goes it goes it goes it goes it goes...
and witness it all from the blinds of my window
*three, four*

i'm a little nervous 'bout what you'll think
when you see me in my swimming trunks
and last night, New York, i got raging drunk
remember one time i got raging drunk with you

now, i can recall a time when we made the city
street our playground, swimming in the fountains
filled with cigarettes and bottles
sped through Italian city streets of cobblestone

because we had to
because i loved you
because the damned alcohol
because what ever at all

now i've grown too aware of my mortality
to let go and forget 'bout dying
long enough to drop the hammer down
and let the indolence go wild and flying through

because we had to