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“Two of Us on the Run” :: Lucius :: SOTD

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“Two of Us on the Run” :: Lucius :: SOTD 

“Two of Us on the Run” :: Lucius
from the album, Wildewoman (2014)

“Our favorite parts are what we’ll keep,
ornamental parts of love,
and parts of memories,
so everything else has room to grow.
‘Cause in better light,
everything changes.”

About the Song:

“Two of Us on the Run” is track 7 from Lucius debut album, Wildewoman. Mom + Pop Music released the album in North America in October 2013. Play It Again Sam released the album in UK and Europe, Australia, and Japan in March 2013.

Jess Wolf and Holly Laessig are the lead voices of Lucius. The band also includes drummer Dan Molad, guitarist Peter Lalish, and multi-instrumentalist Andrew Burri.

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My Thoughts:

A Thursday “throwback” poem I wrote, in October of 2016, with this song playing “Muse”, with some slight revisions:

Desert(ed)

We flicker off-an-on like strung out holiday lights
like the drain and fade of an unpaid utility bill
like the final wink-blink of oncoming headlights
that soon disappear into
this middle of night

I spot the exit up ahead
coming quick into view
you take a sharp right at the horizon line
almost colliding head first into that once familiar off-ramp
of us
that’s now just screams closed

Everything shrinks into a one-lane conclusion
collapsing into this last “last time”

Do you see it now?
The yellowing yield of a detour sign
the way it guides us up side streets
and near misses

We dodge the wreckage with a last minute turn of the wheel
slamming breaks squeal
joining in chorus with shuddered expletives
as my right hand automatically reaches to cover
your heart

As a young girl I used to sit quietly in the back
counting lines on the classroom clock
not wanting to admit that I couldn’t translate
numbers into time

You later taught me to read shadows
connecting my freckles and lines

This reroute lands us ten miles past Barstow
the desert dry covering everything in grey and grime
my eyes burn from all this open sky
from the sun-licked wind on my pinking skin
everything feeling like a scorpion’s sting

For a moment
I think you’ll leave me here
dangling precariously three last words

I know both of us are experts at running
at tripping on pretenses
and we hurry for the door

But you grab my left hand instead
circling each calloused year that’s past
on my open palm
whispering a Tarot card fortune
right between my ears
and my eyes

I can’t hear a single thing
until you finally
let go

“Two of Us on the Run” (live, from the Honey, I’m Home series) :: Lucius

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Cold comfort for change? :: SOTD

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“We’re just two lost souls,
swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year.”

road-wave
by me

driving past the hurricane’s eye
its downpour leaving spidery-cracks
in the windscreen view

an upside down smile
and her badly timed words
paint across the inside glass
etched in this obscured view

the miles they tick and they tally
disappearing into  that space between stations
inside the crackle of a badly tuned radio

she’s seeking an asphalt’s refuge
stuffing pockets full of sugar-free souvenirs
at this last stop for gasoline
drowning in this second skin

Wish You Were Here :: Audrey Assad
from the EP, The Covers EP (2012)

Oh, it’s the best thing that you ever had :: SOTD

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“Drying up in conversation,
you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces,
you just sit there wishing,
you could still make love.”

Text tones (and other musical tragedies)

These unspoken conversations
weaving somewhere between
I’m okay –
and no,
it’s fine

While fear retracts its claws,
after goring out
my insides
tearing pieces of flesh
and inconsolable memories

(lovers, and the damage done)

We try so hard to keep a safe distance
counting hours
before crafting a response
but faltering
with an emoji-ed smile

My panic
she swipes left
then right

(my god, could this be right?)

You see,
the two of us
we have history
a once upon a you
and a me
we have quite the story to tell

But which version would we choose?
Should we pretend instead
we never met before?

(maybe I could erase you)

But no,
I know you are permanent
marked up on the soft bits
of my pale forearms
and tattooed invisibly
to my closing eyelids

You’ve already taken up residency
in this blueish bruise
of a heart
of mine

Inside the thum-thrump beat
of the girl who waited
and the boy who never forget
the way she spells her name

High & Dry :: Amanda Palmer
from the album, Amanda Palmer Performs the Popular Hits of Radiohead on Her Magical Ukulele

Before we were lovers, I swear we were friends :: SOTD

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“After so many words,
still nothing’s heard – 
don’t know what we should do.”

Light

These silences break like the late arrival of an October morning
the sun a sudden shock to the system
like the vibrating sound of my 5am alarm
shattering a dream I was having
of you lying next to me

I will only half-remember it in an hour
hazy images weaving in-between the lyrics
of a first played song
Your smell lasting longer
then any subliminal  shade of brown eyes

I swear you still linger
in these thread-counted sheets
in the tangled tendrils
of my outgrown hair
In the contents of last thoughts before sleep
and in the first glimpses of another day

But there’s nothing left for us to say
we made choices
choosing not to wait
choosing her
over  me
a path of settling safely holding you bak

No morning light can break what’s come
no memory recall or half played song
the only thing left is to step out the door
squint at the beckoning sunlight
whisper I wish this was never our goodbye

Lost in the Light :: Bahamas
from the album, Barchords (2012)

You will be mine :: SOTD

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Now fool might be my middle name,
but I’d be foolish not to say.
I’m going to make whatever it takes,
ring you up,
call you down,
sign your name
secret love,
make it rhyme,
take you in and make you mine.”

Note
by me

Falling in pieces
in rhyming words
in song titles
and letter lines
carefully penned
into a post-it note confession
of I love
all these tiny things
like the curl in your hair
the small tear on your jacket sleeve
turns of phrases
of sideways glances
the scent of your skin
and maybe
you

Strange Currencies :: R.E.M.
from the album, Monster (1994)

I never was the fantasy :: SOTD

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“I’ll say it loud here by your grave
those angels can’t ever
take my place.”

Audrey
by me

I still remember the day you left me
bleeding out of me
leaving me
shivering on cold metal
flimsy paper gowns
protecting nothing
just like I could never protect you

The television was blaring
the laugh track looping on
echoing loudly down the stairs
I called for help
dialing my mother
before nine-one-one
she whispered destiny
through the crackling distant lines

I prayed to a god I never believed
desperation beats out the cynics
winning the round
every time

As usual
god didn’t show

I gave you a name
I gave you a dangling piece of me
my insides
my memories

Maybe I was never enough
for you
Maybe we were never enough

Maybe he’s with you now
saying your name for me
singing you
all my favorite songs

But he can never be me

Playboy Mommy :: Tori Amos
from the album, From the Choirgirl Hotel (1998)

We held on for far too long :: SOTD

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Keep Art Alive :: “Unraveled” :: Art by Kelly Vivanco

“Our favorite parts are what we’ll keep,
ornamental parts of love,
and parts of memories,
so everything else has room to grow.
‘Cause in better light,
everything changes.”

Desert(ed)
by me

We flicker off-and-on like holiday lights
like the drain and fade
of an unpaid utility bill
like the final wink-blink of headlights
disappearing into this middle of night

Our ending is right up ahead
coming just into view
you take a sharp right at the horizon line
but that off-ramp screams closed
everything shrinking into a one-lane conclusion
stealing away our “last time”

Can you see it there?
The yellowing yield of a detour sign
the way it guides us up side streets and near head-on collisions
wreckage to dodge with a last minute
turn of the wheel, slamming breaks
shuddered expletives
as my left hand automatically reaches to cover your heart

As a young girl I used to stand quietly in the back
counting lines on a classroom clock
not wanting to admit that I couldn’t translate
numbers into time

You taught me to read shadows
connecting all my freckles and lines

We land somewhere ten miles past Barstow
the desert dry covering everything in grey and grime
my eyes burn from all this open sky
from the sun-licked wind on pinking skin
everything feeling like a scorpion’s sting

For a moment I think you’ll leave me here
dangling precariously on a one last word
because both of us are so good at running
and tripping on pretense
as we head for the door

But you grab my right hand instead
circling each calloused year gone by
on my open palm
you whisper a tarot card fortune
between my ears and my eyes

 But I can’t hear a single thing
until you let me go

Two of Us on the Run (live) :: Lucius

And I can almost find the words :: SOTD

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“The problem with showing your lover your scars,
is that everybody’s lover
is covered in scars.”

Wasting water
by me

opening slowly
the surfaces cracked
the two of us hiding confessions
in-between winks and clicks
engaging in this modern scar-exchange
of vulnerability in ten words
or less

This is the year
the place
this moment of beginning

stories expanding
the insides retracted
the two of us sharing expositions
in hallways and smoking sections
sitting so close together that I could feel your heart-beating
and smell the kind of laundry detergent
you buy

This is the song
the lyric
the contents that I can’t speak

Please listen

windows clossing
the emptiness expanded
one of us endlessly pressing refresh
drowning in all the waiting
knowing that all there will ever be is vacancy
logged out without explanation
without a fucking word

Disappearing into this modern flicker-and-fade

So does this make you a ghost?
does it make me just another fool?

Still pressing play
rewind
re-read
return

Plain Sailing Weather :: Frank Turner

Now they’ll sleep alright :: SOTD

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“You know the shape,
my breath will take,
before I let it out.”

Lycan
(by me)

potions of sleep run naked
through my bloodstream
bleeding out into duvet covers and
barbed wire dreams
calling for reconsideration

with eyes closed
I can still feel you there
breathing
controlling even my lunar escapes
becoming one with my skin
and my bones

Once I was a wolf myself
fanged and unruly
howling into the night
pouncing on the holy,
the lonely,
the beautiful

my god,
we were both so beautiful

but now I shudder under the moon’s glow
counting hours between the wax
and the wane
afraid to admit I can no longer
transform
taffy stuck in all this confinement

I miss the beast
the raucous wanderer
the gypsy souled feast of the stars

you loved her once
didn’t you?

I loved her, too

but now we separate
fur from the flesh
silence from the scream
like days into nights

but I can still feel you
trying to reclaim
what once was mine
trying to revive
the death of denying

trying to live me again

Now They’ll Sleep :: Belly

Well I wish I had known you then :: SOTD

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Like a Coin-Operated Lullaby
by me

Five steps to disaster
five more to a dizzy debauchery
and he was you
yes, darling
and she was me

Tricks of the trade
a striped violin playing lines
dance around your legs
your hands
without you I’m nothing but sand

Rewinding and forgetting
names
numbers
The drizzle drop trickle
of bloodletting
her name is Rio and she dances

Days go by without tearing a page
down
dear dark one
down farther still
You leave lipstick marks on my ankles
a crisscross Tic-Tac-Toe stain

On your elbows
and eyelids
the shadow of my dreamscape lands
in a post coital recall
sleeping in someone else’s
story

Pour me another
my monkey twin
you say
pose your best pout for me
then twirl
spin
twirl again
without the onset of a recovery

We will be the sun

Palomine :: Bettie Serveert