Wednesday, November 26, 2008

You Had A Choice

For songwriting class we had to take an already existing song and use it as a template for entirely new lyrics, matching perfectly the rhythm, rhyme scheme, syllable count, etc. It was hella hard. This is my attempt. I used John K. Samson's "Left and Leaving". Original is here (with bonus pictures of adorable wolves!): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgJ6soX18R8&feature=related


You brought me to meet them to further the plot

for lack of a better idea.

You figured with luck they would like me a lot

give you a reason to.

If you could find a way

to want to fight to stay

this might feel less like lying through your teeth.


My smile is convincing or harmless at least.

You’d thought it might catch in your chest.

It counts as a lie but you’re passing it off.

It’s only a small cough.

Bring flowers to my door,

we’re getting by dirt poor,

and other vague attempts at fantasy


I’ve seen things, distant whisperings.

Lips brush skin and make the ground rumble


Family will tell you to stick this one out.

It’s all good on paper.

The timing, my income, I’m not known to shout.

It’s solid as vapour.

Memories of butterflies

will fade as time goes by.

We’ll think of other things to make us tick.


You’ll look for something new,

half-assed, no follow-through,

eventually forget you had a choice

eventually forget you had a choice

eventually forget you had a choice.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Arkansas, Arizona, Florida, California

As if the feeling

of her thighs against mine

wasn’t enough to convince me

I know in any case

that I am sick of a generation

that jerks itself off on the notion

that it is any kind of peak

in the evolution of compassion

as if “tolerance” wasn’t a dirty word

and all of us seething in the fringes

weren’t demanding change


And if the leap my heart makes

over the curve of her hip

as she rolls towards me

doesn’t end all questions

I know that, regardless

everyone who understands

is running not walking toward a time

when these amendments rest

alongside slavery and witch-burning

in the outhouses of history

when the sanctity of a legal construct

means nothing in the face of love

Because the heat between

her mouth and mine

as they slip and slide

and tongues collide

throws iodine on the salty wound

of your festering definition of “marriage”


And I am ready for a change

I am ready to sink my teeth into truth

Because just like your blind faith

as you press faces into mud

and use our heads as stepping stones

in a graceless, stumbling,

do-or-die, kill-to-fly, head-over-heels

struggle towards eternal salvation

I know unconditionally that her hips

grinding a wetness through her jeans

and onto mine is real

and I can see the stains clearer

than you can hear anything

your “God” says about virtue