B-sides and Singles

Daffodils

I was planting daffodils in November, thinking of the petals like poets before their time, and how I’d like to see them in the spring sun shine.

The dirt, so cold beneath my fingertips, with a dour rain drizzling down from up high, no sun, no moon, just a simple gray sky.

I don’t remember what I was thinking

No, it must not have been important

The earth turned to mud at my touch, above six bulbs buried beneath its bare breast, bleeding frozen earthworms to surface.

My hands were as dirty as yours, with the building blocks of color clumped on my skin, the guts of the world and all of its kin.

I don’t remember what I was thinking.

No, it must not have been important.

I was staring out my window, thinking of that daffodil just yesterday, knowing it that it flowers while I’m away.

My eyes closed as I smiled softly, at a ridiculous thought laughing inside of my brain, that nothing will ever stop even after it ends.

But I don’t remember what I was thinking.

But sometimes, I pretend it was important.

Morning, Noon, Night, (sleep)

The morning crept in about six.

but it was quite polite and let me sleep in.

Must have been 7:52 a.m. when I finally opened my eyes.

I thought about showering, but didn’t want to waste no time.
I am triumphant, I am confidant.

I am fearless, and I believe I’ve lost every battle as well,

as I watch the day fade away.

The afternoon strode in, well, just about 12 p.m.

He was dressed to the nines, handing out high fives, generally being a real nice guy.

Put his hat on my head, took my hand said, “come on, it’s a beautiful day outside.”

I couldn’t help but agree seeing entire forests filled with trees that were full of leaves.

I am triumphant, I am confidant.

I am fearless, and I believe I’ve lost every battle as well,

as I watch the day fade away.

The nighttime has always been a damn good friend of mine.

We casually sip beers until about 2:33

laughing about the day’s pursuits, the irrational brashness of noon.

I can’t remember the last time I didn’t fall asleep in her arms.

I can’t remember the last time.

I am triumphant, I am confidant.

I am fearless, and I believe I’ve lost every battle as well.

I am nothing but nerves which seem displaced in every which way

As I watch the day fade away.

(to sleep)

(to sleep)

(to sleep)

 

Standing on Top of a Mountain

It’s so good to hear your voice, despite the miles between.
Promised that I would return, a promise I mean to keep.

I was standing on top of a mountain and I looked down
All I saw was rocks and air and nothing else.
It’s so odd not to feel alive right now
It’s so odd to be at the pinnacle and want to be back on the ground.

Your laugh always made me feel alive
Your smile always brought the joy inside

I have climbed the highest rock in this world
I have swum in the deepest of pools.
I have see all the beauty in this life,
And still I’m coming home, coming home for you.

I was at the bottom of the ocean, the deepest of a trench
all I saw was a bunch of water, and maybe a couple of shrimp.

Your laugh always made me feel alive
Your smile always brought the joy inside

I have climbed the highest rock in this world
I have swum in the deepest of pools.
I have see all the beauty in this life,
And still I’m coming home for you.

I’ve got twelve planes waiting to fly me back.
I’ve got six trains waiting on a one-way track
I’ve got three buses waiting to learn their path
Here I stand with twenty-one tickets in my hand.

I have climbed the highest rock in this world
I have swum in the deepest of pools.
I have see all the beauty in this life,
And still I’m coming home for you.

I’m standing at your doorway, my heart is in my throat
I’ve never felt so alive, I’ve never felt so good.

Pinky

(instrumental written for my Grandmother on the day she died.)

If somethings’s gonna fall

If something’s gonna fall, give it no place to go.

If something’s gonna fall, don’t you let it fall no where.

Poetry

Love is an ocean, everyone’s a fish.

And there are sharks, and there’s minnows.

Some will thrive,

others won’t make it.

Talked to my brother, a thousand miles away

Talked to my brother last night, a thousands miles away.

He’s doing quite alright, just called to say hey.

I said, “it seems like forever,

since we’ve seen each other’s face.”

And the pillow is soft and the blanket is warm and the girl is sweet.

And the window is open and I can’t hear a single thing, but maybe I’m just listening to the wrong frequency.

Joked with my sister last week

about feral cats Miami won’t take away.

They were bitin’ and scratchin’ and shit

So now they’re here to stay.

I said, “That’s quite the conundrum,

I hope you find your way.”

And the pillow is soft and the blanket is warm and my girl’s next to me

And the window is open and I can’t hear a single thing and I just wished for something a bit more upbeat.

I fell asleep to the jazz gig of my bedroom ceiling fan

A chipmunk promoter who was singing the only song he can

A joyous diddy of all that love you may have missed

So the breeze picked up with an E major bass riff

And a raccoon family kicked up a stuttering beat with the pitter-patter of their tiny, tiny feet.

Oh what a delightful spectacle for me.

And damnit I went and fell asleep.

and dreamed delightful dreams and dreamed terrible nightmares.

Peachskin Bossa

(instrumental, done for a friend’s short comedic piece, “Peachskin.” Humorously, I helped to write the initial draft of the script for the short video, but only contributed this song to the actual production.  It was supposed to have a Bossa Nova flair, although I think purists will laugh at that statement.)

It’s a nice, nice world, today.

(instrumental, this was the original ending track for the Gidgets and Gadgets album, hence the long outro.  However, the more I listened back, the more I wanted the album to end on a positive note with Jess’s Song.  I will say that the outro did sound pretty sweet as the end of the album before flipping back to the first track.)

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