“Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town” by Pearl Jam

Today’s Song of the Day is “Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town” by Pearl Jam. Today I take a look back at a poem I wrote to this song, and a past posting of said song and poem.

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But you wanna go home :: SOTD

“She says,
stay with me.”

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I show you things you’ve never seen :: SOTD

“Time flew away,
but something won’t forgive it all,
days and weeks,
let’s start from the beginning of a life.”

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Before all of this ever went down :: SOTD

“Out of a dream,
out of the sky.
Into my heart,
into my life.”

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I seem to recognize your face :: SOTD

“I just want to scream hello,
my god its been so long,
never dreamed you’d return,
but, now here you are,
and here I am;
hearts and thoughts they fade,
away.”

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It’s still with me now :: SOTD

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Audrey Kawasaki “Take a piece of beauty,  and multiply it like fishes. Take some pain,  and overwhelm it till it dies.  Ride a restless soul to peace and sanctuary,  and multiply the love.” I once had a compilation CD that I loved, and played often enough that my roommate…

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She’s a volume freak :: song of the day

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Audrey Kawasaki “Smacked up again behind the door, begging please give me some more. A vein that’s open for the day, feel the pulse beneath the skin, and smiling as it all begins. Oh, where have you been?” I remember that this was the first purchase I made at…

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The dark of a thousand crows :: songs and poetry

Keep Art Alive :: “Let Me” :: Art by Audrey Kawasaki Silence the Crow (by me) Just a Maisy crazy tale, a girl, with a rip in her dress, in the ozone, in the pages, in her religion. Cut her barefeet on faith, leaving trails of misplaced hope, blindfolded participation. It all makes sense, if…

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I’ve been waiting so long :: song of the day

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Audrey Kawasaki Missive Swirl (by me) Spread it out, spread it thin, here it is. This broken-down heart, this pleading sense of so-called peace. I want to drive circles around the how and why, become the things of dreams, or at least something more, something cascading. I want to…

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