Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
knockin round the carolina zoo in my mind
i spent a lot of time last summer listening to 'knockin round the zoo,' james taylor's song that widespread panic covers. i listened to a couple versions and also james taylor's 'carolina in my mind' pretty much on repeat & fingerpainted this:
here's a link to panic version of the song.
here's the picture with the lyrics pasted on top (it's about his time in a mental hospital - 'the zoo'):
and here it is hanging on the wall:
here's a link to panic version of the song.
here's the picture with the lyrics pasted on top (it's about his time in a mental hospital - 'the zoo'):
and here it is hanging on the wall:
Saturday, March 18, 2006
coffee too close to bedtime
there's a black swampy stew
bangin round in my brain
full of thuds biting through
planting shards secret pain
jaw clenches teeth
fingers clench thumb
eyelids squeezed tight
sleep will not come
the harder i try
the more that i know
that i'll never remember
to let it all go
bangin round in my brain
full of thuds biting through
planting shards secret pain
jaw clenches teeth
fingers clench thumb
eyelids squeezed tight
sleep will not come
the harder i try
the more that i know
that i'll never remember
to let it all go
Friday, March 17, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
mismatch
maybe it's cause you need someone to listen
and he's been there to hang on every word
who's to say what does or don't go on there
those things get said not all of em get heard
your table's been nothing but a banquet
he took a tray and helped himself to more
steady as a rain you let him have it
didn't see him spill it on the floor
it's sure is nice to have him right there with ya
nighttime dark when all the noises come
he'll hold you back and echo all the whispers
and tell you that you'll never be alone
those blinders that you're wearin kinda suit you
make sure you keep em on throughout the kiss
when goodbye's daggers venom starts to shoot through
yourself will be the last thing that you'll miss
and he's been there to hang on every word
who's to say what does or don't go on there
those things get said not all of em get heard
your table's been nothing but a banquet
he took a tray and helped himself to more
steady as a rain you let him have it
didn't see him spill it on the floor
it's sure is nice to have him right there with ya
nighttime dark when all the noises come
he'll hold you back and echo all the whispers
and tell you that you'll never be alone
those blinders that you're wearin kinda suit you
make sure you keep em on throughout the kiss
when goodbye's daggers venom starts to shoot through
yourself will be the last thing that you'll miss
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
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