Fly away in a little bit Fly away in a cloud of strings Like the sun on an icicle You found your pair of wings.
When the time wasn’t over yet When the time was ready to begin When my heart was red lying in a box Waiting for the sticking pin.
There you go, I know your eyes Fire with a flash of pain Feel it burn, feel it end What is the name of this thing that remains?
Fly away in a little bit Fly away in a cloud of strings Like the sun on an icicle You found your pair of wings.
There you go, the hand that wears the glove of velvet red Like a woman, like a child, is the man afraid of his own death Like a woman, like a child- the man who will never fight Flickering beneath the sky and dying that same night.
Fly away in a little bit Fly away in a cloud of strings Like the sun on an icicle You found your pair of wings.
There you go, the man I know whose legs are far too thin Find the box and open it to push your stick pin in Fire I know, death I know, I also know your eyes Like a woman, like a child- the man who never lies.
Fly away in a little bit Fly away in a cloud of strings Like the sun on an icicle You found your pair of wings.
Push me back onto my feet Where life can bring so many things I know No where to belong.
Push me back onto the wall I wont need you catch me when I fall Water on my own.
What I feel is calm What I feel is slow Push me to the wall Down onto the floor
Step inside the ring Push me to the side What I feel is you What I do is hide.
Close your eyes or go to sleep One million ways to never feel a thing Do you want to take that ride?
Close your eyes then find a way Another world is never far away Just three cuts and then you fly.
What I feel is calm What I feel is slow Push me to the wall Down onto the floor
Step inside the ring Push me to the side What I feel is you What I do is hide.
Push me back onto my feet Where life can bring so many things I go Moving through the crowd.
Lost inside I’ll find a way One million ways to never see the day Turn your eyes onto the ground. What I feel is calm What I feel is slow Push me to the wall Feel the water flow
Step inside the ring Push me to the side What I feel is you What I do is hide.
Pictures come just like a dream Then fade I don’t know what I should believe Were you really there at all?
Were you there when I was down? Were you the one carried me to ground? Water for a home.
What I feel is calm What I feel is slow Push me to the wall Down onto the floor
Step inside the ring Push me to the side What I feel is you What I do is hide.
Backing up for full chaos view. Being single really does feel like being bombarded by winds in a world with no gravity. Thats the worst part. People focus a lot on how they are treated in relationships but the thing is that regardless of how you are treated, loyalty to someone else is a gift you give yourself, since it centers, condenses & focuses your energy.
To be pulled in all directions simultaneously, with no one thing having greater or lesser claim on you is disorienting.
Maybe if I had more money then I could enjoy blowing in the wind b/c I wouldn’t fear being dashed upon rocks at any moment. I may have gotten my income up to $500 a month however, due to having a second gig each week.
Maybe the air is blowing me in the right direction and in the end it will all be okay. My plan for being single had been to paint little signs with flowers & bible verses and hang them everywhere. To make God my replacement husband & gravity center. But the reality is too chaotic for that.
And also, although God is superior to a husband in the sense of being all powerful, all knowing & perfect, he is inferior because you have to use your own brain to connect with him and my brain is too overwhelmed already. There is no space to associate with more beings of the sky.
There are different types of songs I guess. This is one of those songs that you hear playing in your head which you assume will annoy people, but you write it down anyway, just in case it matters somehow. In general, I try not to judge songs too much since their meaning changes to me over time. Lots of songs which I once thought were dumb started to seem important to me in hindsight.
Hold it together & fight through the mud You will find him there. Close your eyes tightly the fingers you feel A spider through your hair.
Hands on my head will you steady me, steady me There’s too much I’ve seen. I only thought things would be wonderful I didn’t know he could be mean.
I loved a dream. I loved a dream.
Hands on my head could you steady me, steady me Show me who I am. Winds on my mind they are blowing me, blowing me Blowing me round in circles again.
Sometimes I feel like I could do so many things Running fast & far. Finding myself in another place, other place Who took me here? Who drove the car?
I loved a dream. I loved a dream.
Hands on my head could you steady me, steady me Guide me through the dark? Keep touching me til I’m ready so ready then Let my mind restart.
Scanning my eyes through another town other town Always gray and blue Searching again for the boldest man, oldest man He will be you.
Forces of air are you trying to speak to me Why do you blow on my mind? Help me to be just one person, the same person All of the time.
Random Thought #1: I don’t know how much longer I can keep making recordings because it is so much pain just to get the most primordial recording. Technology is cold and hard. I wish there was a plastic pink recording machine made for kids that I could use with just a few chubby buttons to press and no cords.
Random Thought #2: You can never reach Truth, but the search for it causes your reality to expand. I think that is the whole purpose of truth- not to pin down reality, but to open it up. Though I don’t consider myself a virtuous person, Truth would probably be one of my favorite virtues, if I had to choose. It is always exciting and gives you little chills up and down your spine.
If I had to choose a God, I might choose the God of Truth, because I do believe truth will set us free. And the more truth we know- including dark truth- the more we realize everything is okay. Somehow, we are already living in Teddy Bear World and just don’t know it. I hope.
Random Dog Photo: Downtown with Slippers observing city life. People who go out 2 have fun at night- What do they do? we wondered. Why & how do they do it?
Fly away in a little bit
Fly away in a cloud of strings
Like the sun on an icicle
You found your pair of wings.
When the time wasn’t over yet
When the time was ready to begin
When my heart was red lying in a box
Waiting for the sticking pin.
There you go, I know your eyes
Fire like a flash of pain
Feel it burn, feel it end
What is the name of this thing that remains?
Fly away in a little bit
Fly away in a cloud of strings
Like the sun on an icicle
You found your pair of wings.
There you go, the hand that wears the glove of velvet red
Like a woman, like a child, is the man afraid of his own death
Like a woman, like a child- the man who will never fight
Flickering beneath the sky and dying that same night.
Fly away in a little bit
Fly away in a cloud of strings
Like the sun on an icicle
You found your pair of wings.
There you go, the man I know whose legs are far too thin
Find the box and open it to push your stick pin in
Fire I know, death I know, I also know your eyes
Like a woman, like a child- the man who never lies.
Fly away in a little bit
Fly away in a cloud of strings
Like the sun on an icicle
You found your pair of wings.
I read somewhere that all serial killers must love two colors- purple and black. Black brings in the violence, and purple leads them to murder for reasons that are fanciful and grandiose.
Not that lovers of purple are more likely to be violent. If anything, they are probably less so. A few days ago, I got a dog named Lavender Slippers. Her favorite color is light purple and she is the most sweet and gentle dog ever. I imagine she has her fanciful side though, because every time she sleeps her legs make strange movements, as though she is dancing in a field of butterflies.
I could probably write a book on the color purple and the people who love it, since it is one of my favorite subjects to think about. But for now, I will just point out that you don’t really want evil and purple to get mixed up, unless you fancy results that are as theatrical as they are horrifying.
Throne of Ice
Throne of ice, throne of snow When you go out Nobody knows where you go On your evening stroll.
Cobblestones and autumn lights Fantasy takes purple flights Nobody knows the beauty you bring There is a world where you are king.
Your eyes are cruel With signs of incipient insanity Butterflies fly fly Through the air you breathe.
Your mouth is water logged Your tongue it swims and swirls in a Purple flood to subsume your love With blood, with blood.
You would wear lace if it weren’t out of place Ruffles and bows, powder on your face Necklaces and stacks of rings There is a world where you are king.
Pain and ice, blood and blade Nobody knows the choices you made They weren’t there when the angel flew To lay his visions over you.
Your eyes are cruel With signs of incipient insanity Butterflies fly fly Through the air you breathe.
Your mouth is water logged Your tongue it swims and swirls in a Purple flood to subsume your love With blood, with blood.
A purple scream, a careful slice Lesser people pay the price But you remember your moment of need The whole world stood to watch you bleed.
They stood and watched on that autumn day When you grew wings and you flew away Away from the sounds of your own screams You found a world where you are king.
Your eyes are cruel With signs of incipient insanity Butterflies fly fly Through the air you breathe.
Your mouth is water logged Your tongue it swims and swirls in a Purple flood to subsume your love With blood, with blood.
