Thursday, August 19, 2004

drivenwith sycamores

There was a way about the smell of the trees that evening. They hummed and buzzed like the memories of a million insects all exploding like fireworks in the autumn night. I could tell that something was sitting, just in the light, right on the tip of my tongue begging and coaxing to be let out. But I'm a little afraid to let that melody roam you know...

Goodbye Charlotte

I was coming home from the diner today
And I stopped to look at the clouds
They were all silver horses
On their way to the ocean

The way they flew over the fields
Shadows coming and passing
I will admit
They scared me just a bit

And now I’m watching every little fear sink into the black
And I thought I’d tell you
Goodbye Charlotte

In those days I was a little naïve
Always thought that we were chasing the sun
Never realized we were just running in circles
Even while our laughter echoed

I took every penny that I had
Took them straight to the sea
Felt my toes in the wet sand
Felt myself for the first time in years

And now I’m standing in the surf feeling the wet wind in my hair
And I thought I’d tell you
Goodbye Charlotte

I went dancing in a hall at the harbour
I went for a walk in the moonlight
I went picking up seashells on the shore
But I could swear they were pieces of my life


And now I’m driving to North Carolina with the windows rolled down
And I thought I’d tell you
Goodbye Charlotte

I finally got my wings


by me.

I have unplugged myself. I am becoming aware of my own scent.

and we are just about to explode

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