Addicted

Out on the balcony in the cold tonight
I wanted to celebrate
Wanted to celebrate today, the future
Our future

Embers falling on my legs
You’re out, white-nosed and crisp red
God, you look good in red
If only I were there

Looking at our pictures
Your smile
It only gets bigger

My hand’s a little shaky
Holding this pen like a smoke
I swallow a chip, breathe deep
I don’t even use these things

It’s raining in Philadelphia, 1 a.m.
I’m numbing myself to Wednesday
When I'll keep you dry
Shelter from the storm

Who are you with?
What are you doing?
Whatever

I miss you
Need you
Need your voice

I’m sorry
I can’t stop
Can’t keep my fucking mouth shut
Can’t keep these words to myself
They’re beautiful though, true
Clawing their way up my insides
Burning my throat

I’m only lookin’ out for you, baby
I’m gonna give you everything

Everything
You’re everything


(10.27.08)

i'm fucking obsessed with this song today

Rodriguez - Jane S. Piddy (1970)

Now you sit there thinking, feeling insecure
The mocking court gesture (jester) claims there is no proven cure
Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall
'Cos you got no one to listen, you got no one to call

And you think I'm curious

Drifting, drowning in a purple sea of doubt
You wanna hear she loves you,
but the words don't fit the mouth
You're a loser, a rebel, a cause without

But don't think me callous

Dancing Rosemary, disappearing sister Ruth
It's just your yellow appetite
that has you choking on the truth
You gave in, you gave out, outlived your dreams of youth

And I can't get jealous

So go on, you'll continue with your nose so open wide
Knocking on that door that says "Hurry, come inside"
But don't bother to buy insurance
'cos you've already died

And you can't be serious

I saw my reflection in my father's final tears
The wind was slowly melting, San Francisco disappears
Acid heads, unmade beds, and you Woodward world queers

I know you're lonely
I know you're lonely
I know you're lonely
I know you're lonely...

(LISTEN!)

silly red states...

on my way back from philadelphia today, i encountered a 20-minute-turned-2-hours-thanks-to-mechanical-failure layover at phoenix's sky harbor today (you'll be receiving a call tomorrow, southwest--i'm not even close to finished with you guys). deciding on passing my time at one of those fun new circular tables which remind me of my childhood pediatrician's waiting room (sans the tonka trucks and fish tank) at the gate, i sat on a green and yellow cylinder and watched cnn cover barack obama's visit to the white house.

as i made sweet, sweet mouth love to my square double cheeseburger from wendy's, your run-of-the-mill scottsdale (insert anything but a sport here) mom sat her daughter down next to me and paced around the gate with her blackberry. kid couldn't have been older than 5.


within a minute:

"look mommy, it's john mccain's house."
"oh, no, honey-- the other man gets to live there now."