June 19, 2009

In The Dark (lyric)

Seemed like the right thing to do at the time,
You and I just weren't making it work
You were driving me right out of my mind
But now I'm sitting alone in the dark.

And it's another glass of wine,
another cigarette,
turn the music way up,
I don't hear any of it
'cause instead, instead
there's only you
Only your face, your voice
Oh, I'm so far past
Thinking love is a choice
And there's only you
Only your taste, your touch
Never thought when I left
I'd miss you so much.

Phone rings, but I don't pick up
'Cause I know that's not you on the line
It's driving me crazy, but I just can't stop
Wondering where you are tonight

And are you loving someone else right now,
What's she got that I don't?
Maybe we could have made it somehow
Maybe I just didn't know what I wanted

And it's another glass of wine,
another cigarette,
turn the music way up,
I don't hear any of it
'cause instead, instead
there's only you
Only your face, your voice
Oh, I'm so far past
Thinking love is a choice
And there's only you
The memory of your touch
Never thought when I left
I'd miss you so much.

Well, it seemed like the right thing to do at the time
We just weren't making it work
But now I'm going out of my mind
Crying alone in the dark.

No Psyche

Cupid's fallen into my bed
and I am nothing like Psyche.

His face is exhausted.
There are lines upon it now,

and I am nothing like Psyche,
but I find myself
mesmerized by

the white threads
inside the arrows shooting out
from the corners of his eyes,
where the sun could not reach
as he squinted into it,

nearly going blind.

I am nothing like Psyche,
but I lie still,
marveling at the marks,

a million little acid burns,
near-faded freckles,
left by other women's tears.
And he is

wind-burned now,
sun-burned,
self-immolated a thousand times.

A thousand times,
he's risen from the ashes
of beds like these.

I am no Psyche,
I have my own acid burns,
and I am not afraid

of the quiver, nearly empty,
tightly clasped in his
old man's hands.
I'm past fearing their pricks,

my skin is a carapace
of calcified lessons,
and there is little he can teach me -

except that I still sometimes wish
I were Psyche, when
Cupid's fallen into my bed.

June 11, 2009

God Is Out To Lunch (lyric)

All the suckers are lining up outside
They've been standing for hours in the rain
Got their thumbs out like they're hitching for a ride
Waiting for the answers like they're waiting for a train

All the dealers are looking for a deal
All the customers are waiting for the sale
All the thieves are looking for a steal
And the stolen goods are all going stale

Well the only ones still feeling all right
Are the ones who've learned to hobble with no crutch
'Cause the local angels' union has gone on strike,
The messiah's stuck in traffic
And God is out to lunch

The preachers are closing up their bibles
The psychics are closing up shop
The father and the son are as stumped as anyone
And the holy ghost is giving himself up

The gurus have all gone on vacation
They're sick of never getting paid
Hey, I hear there's a cult still taking applications
But they're running out of Kool-Aid

Well, the ones who've learned to dance on their blisters
Are the only ones still having fun
The Salvation Corporation is going out of business,
The messiah's gone to voicemail
And God is out to lunch

They're still lining up outside the church
of Our Lady of the Holy Whatever
Waiting for the times to change
Like they wait for better weather

But, one by one, they're figuring it out
When there's no end or point in sight
Stop wondering what the hell it's all about
Stop watching the road and just enjoy the ride

Nobody's watching
Nobody's judging
The prophets are out golfing
The fates are getting drunk
Nobody's helping
Nobody's guiding
The messiah's stuck in traffic
And God is out to lunch

June 9, 2009

Canção do Mar (translitic, aubade)

This is a true translitic of "Canção do Mar" by Dulce Pontes. It is not even an attempt at translation - I speak no Portuguese. It's my interpretation of the music and what the words sound/"feel" like to me. I do advise everyone to find and listen to a recording of this song. I find it incredibly beautiful.

PS - This is one of the many excellent exercises suggested by Steve Kowit in his wonderful book "In the Palm of Your Hand: The Poet's Portable Workshop."

Fools like us can never tell
A lifetime from an hour, a mountain from a storm,
Sand from rain, fire from stone, a desert from the ocean.

Tell me love, the night is on our side
That the dark will keep us safe tonight

Tell me, love, there is still time
Time before the sunrise comes and takes you from me
Oh, my love, we still have time, a lifetime till the morning

Close your eyes, the sky is still so dark
I can still see the moon and stars

You and I are thieves tonight
Tomorrow, we'll be caught and made to pay the price
But, oh, tonight, you and I, possess the only thing worth stealing.

*****
[Original text -
Fui bailar no meu batel

Além no mar cruel
E o mar bramindo
Diz que eu fui roubar
A luz sem par
Do teu olhar tão lindo

Vem saber se o mar terá razão
Vem cá ver bailar meu coração

Se eu bailar no meu batel
Não vou ao mar cruel
E nem lhe digo aonde vou cantar
Sorrir, bailar, viver, sonhar contigo]

June 8, 2009

Should I (lyric)

Should I have been weaker
Too unsteady to stand
Should I have been more fragile
Shattered in your hands

Should I have been quieter
Talked a little less
You know us uppity girls
We never give it a rest

Should I have been smaller
A little less consequential
Lost a few pounds
And that damned third dimension

Should I have been prettier
Would you have liked me more
Should I have been less pretty
Easier to ignore

Should I have been sweeter
Easier to tame
Should I have blushed for you
Acted like I was ashamed

I should have known better
Seen your full potential
When you said you loved me
I should have paid more attention

And you shouldn't feel nervous
I won't make a scene
I've never been one of those girls
I keep my garbage clean

And you shouldn't feel too special
You weren't the first
And I don't think you're gonna be the last
And I don't think you're gonna be the worst.

June 7, 2009

Angel At My Door (translyric)

This is a very loose translation of a French song, "Un Ange Frappe A Ma Porte" by Natasha St-Pier. So loose, in fact, I can't even call it a translation - the English lyrics match the music and there are shared images, but that's about all. Original lyrics below. Incidentally, the song is beautiful and should be listened to - it was a hit and is widely available on YouTube, etc.

A sign, a star
Too close, too far
Red fire in the sky
The truth wrapped in a lie
Too slow, too fast
The fragments of the past
Are coming back to wash up on my shore -

There's an angel at my door
Shall I ask him to come in
Ask him what he's looking for
Where he comes from, where he's been
There's a demon at my door
And he wants to come inside
He says all he's asking for
Is a moment of my time

A flash, a flame
A love, a name
A face behind a mask
Reflections in a glass
A glance, a gleam
An echo of a dream
A dream I hardly think of anymore -

There's an angel at my door
Shall I go to let him in
Ask him what he's looking for
Where he comes from, where he's been
There's a demon at my door
He's been waiting there all night
He says if I hear him out
He'll make everything all right

There's a storm that will not come
There's a stone no one has thrown
There's a sword that cannot fall -

There's a child at my door
And he says that he is mine
He's got your eyes and my mouth
And his face is full of light -

When I reach him, it's too late
When I reach him, he is gone
How much longer till I've paid
For whatever I have done?


Original lyrics - Un Ange Frappe A Ma Porte

"Un signe, une larme,

un mot, une arme,
nettoyer les étoiles à l'alcool de mon âme

Un vide, un mal
des roses qui se fanent
quelqu'un qui prend la place de
quelqu'un d'autre

Un ange frappe a ma porte
Est-ce que je le laisse entrer
Ce n'est pas toujours ma faute
Si les choses sont cassées
Le diable frappe a ma porte
Il demande a me parler
Il y a en moi toujours l'autre
Attiré par le danger

Un filtre, une faille,
l'amour, une paille,
je me noie dans un verre d'eau
j'me sens mal dans ma peau

Je rie je cache le vrai derrière un masque,
le soleil ne va jamais se lever.

Un ange frappe a ma porte
Est-ce que je le laisse entrer
Ce n'est pas toujours ma faute
Si les choses sont cassées
Le diable frappe a ma porte
Il demande a me parler
Il y a en moi toujours l'autre
Attiré par le danger

Je ne suis pas si forte que ça
et la nuit je ne dors pas,
tous ces rêves ça me met mal,
Un enfant frappe à ma porte
il laisse entrer la lumière,
il a mes yeux et mon coeur,
et derrière lui c'est l'enfer."

Same River Twice (Interrupted Dance) (lyric)

"You could not step twice into the same river; for other waters are ever flowing on to you." - Heraclitus

Well, the last time that I saw you
We were saying goodbye
And when I let you go, my hands were shaking
But we knew we couldn't start a love on a lie
And so we went home to the ones who were waiting

It was all so long ago,
but here you are before me now
It looks as though we got another chance
To take the next step
Of our interrupted dance

But like the sages always say
All things change, nothing abides
And you can't step in the same river twice

You know, I never did forget your face
And I kept a place for you in my heart
I held onto the memory of our stolen days
But the lovers of that story
Are no longer who we are

'Cause, darling, now you're free and I'm alone
But this garden has been overgrown
With the weeds of disappointment, doubt and guilt
Yeah, I am free and you're alone,
And we could make a shelter, but not a home
From the broken bricks of the houses we'd once built

Like the sages always say
All things change, nothing abides
And you can't step in the same river twice

There's nothing I would rather do
Than hold you in my arms again
There is nothing I would rather do
Than pretend that nothing's changed
That you and I could have a brand new beginning
But I know it woudn't be the same
So, for the sake of who we were back then
Let's let our interrupted dance
Remain unfinished

Like the sages always say
All things change, nothing abides
And you can't step in the same river twice