Tuesday, June 30

Bonfires (A Song)

from Trickartt

My mission: write music for this. Maybe.

Bonfires (A Song)

This morning’s reheated coffee
and the dying sapling on our land
remind me unavoidably of you.
The fire smoldered through the night,
but now the coals are turning blue.

And yeah, it’s glowing and bright,
and we could stoke it if we tried.
But in the end it’s not big enough to warm the both of us,
so I’ll walk away if you’ll be the one
to put it out.

Because I want bonfires, baby,
the size of the blaze in my heart.
I want bonfires, love,
I want to feel the heat from the start.

And yeah, this fire is glowing and bright,
and we could stoke it if we tried.
But in the end it’s not big enough to warm the both of us,
so I’ll walk away if you’ll be the one
to put it out.

Because I want bonfires, baby,
the size of the blaze in my heart.
I want bonfires, love,
I want to feel the heat from the start.


6.17.09
c.l.l.

Wednesday, June 3

Hickory

iron-and-wine-around-the-well-album-art

I've been listening to Iron & Wine's Around the Well CDs over and over again. This song's lyrics resonate with me right now.

Hickory
by Sam Beam

He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill
She'll never love him but knows that her father will
Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle
But her breast never dries when he's hungry

The money came and she died in her rocking chair
The window wide and the rain in her braided hair
A letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle
Like a hymn to the house she was making

Blind and whistling just around the corner
And there's a wind that is whispering something
Strong as hell but not hickory rooted

She kissed him once cause he gave her a cigarette
And turned around but he waits like a turned down bed
And summer left like her walking with another
And a sound of a church bell ringing

The money came and he died like a butterfly
A buried star in the haze of the city lights
A gun went off and a mother dropped her baby
On the blue feathered wing - we were lucky

Blind and whistling just around the corner
And there's a wind that is whispering something
Strong as hell but not hickory rooted