I
sat
up
with
the
candles
most
the
night
she’s
gotta
walk
this
alone

he
don’t
care
for
easy
street
but
easy
street
that’s
where
I
wanna
be

I
love
you
best
at
sunrise
in
the
orange
light
before
everything
starts

it’s
like
extracting
precious
stones
from
the
earth
not
diamonds
more
precious

oh
mountain
mother
he
said
you
don’t
suffer
fools
gladly
and
I
don’t

garish
mellow
ballroom
chandelier
life
quadrille
nightmares
be
fresh
oh
prince

I
rock
and
roll
my
velvet
underground
and
jazz
your
michael
jackson

now
is
all
we
have
yesterday
is
gone
and
tomorrow
ain’t
here
yet

VHI
1989
soundtrack
for
getting
ready
for
school

it
was
sticky
hard
to
separate
there
but
not
clearly
visible

is
it
september
already
what
is
time
where
does
yesterday
go

the
mailman
maybe
not
my
particular
mailman
but
the
mailman

the
music
opened
me
up
like
seeing
trees
for
the
first
time
ever

I’m
a
sucker
for
the
vinyl
and
sounds
of
the
grinder
the
laughter

I
don’t
want
to
just
mouth
the
words
I
want
to
drip
them
stir
loins
with
them

tonight
as
you
drift
off
to
sleep
let
me
be
the
fairy
tale
you
hear

I
would
fight
to
keep
him
but
I
wondered
if
he
would
fight
to
keep
me

she
had
wilting
kale
she
was
avoiding
I
too
had
wilting
kale

your
face
and
I
think
I
couldn’t
love
you
more
but
there’s
always
tomorrow

we
sway
against
and
with
the
rhythms
of
the
earth
the
winds
our
wild
world

I
put
on
my
headphones
turned
up
incesticide
and
skipped
all
the
way
home

I
try
to
remember
what
your
face
looked
like
when
you
left
this
morning

I
have
a
grey
hair
I
adore
I
try
to
showcase
it
when
I
can

my
heart
marinated
in
the
early
nineties
soul
poems
slow
cooked

she
drains
the
hopper
like
a
pro
tuning
out
the
pain
in
his
voice

what
you
want
baby
I
got
it
what
you
need
do
you
know
I
got
it

- aretha franklin

I
wanted
to
sleep
in
your
beard
sleep
forever
in
your
bed
of
beard

the
man
fished
the
cardboard
out
of
the
trash
and
thus
built
himself
a
home

the
day
was
made
so
with
the
help
of
the
marigold
and
the
bean
moths

there
I
was
atop
that
plateau
I
so
feared
standing
on
the
low
high

who
was
your
pivotal
band
the
one
that
changed
your
young
life
forever

I
would
like
to
thank
you
sweet
man
for
showing
me
there's
sparkle
out
there

my
wizard
of
the
pines
the
river
you
did
to
me
what
you
do
well

winking
the
universe
says
looks
like
you
could
use
a
midlife
crisis

carry
me
back
carry
me
back
carry
me
back
baby
where
I
come
from

- led zeppelin

1992
haunting
me
like
the
love
I
so
let
get
away

pass
it
back
and
forth
in
a
passionate
kiss
from
my
mouth
to
yours

- nirvana

I
would
lay
my
head
in
your
lap
and
your
hand
would
rest
on
my
shoulder

sing
to
me
from
your
grave
you
crazy
fucker
from
your
grave
sing
to
me

if
you
were
to
lay
your
head
on
my
breast
I
would
hold
you
and
hold
you

he
gave
me
that
look
like
I’m
watching
you
and
I
could
only
hope
so

you
insist
on
living
muted
beautiful
colors
your
life
a
painting

summer
bringin’
back
all
the
memories
not
even
time
can
soften

I
cried
today
for
all
the
broken
hearts
my
daughter
hasn’t
had
yet

lookin
mighty
fine
there
naches
river
the
sweltering
sun
suits
you

some
cats
were
lost
to
the
coyote
but
I
never
loved
the
coyote
less

she
was
cursed
with
a
kind
beauty
tears
that
flowed
like
the
columbia

the
blue
whale
might
dream
about
shoals
of
crustacean
just
out
of
his
reach

paper
pushing
like
being
john
malkovich
without
the
fun
portal

I
opened
the
envelope
and
her
voice
sailed
out
like
a
soft
sea
breeze

she
was
born
from
watered
suburban
lawns
and
hot
tar
between
her
toes

youth
shrouds
the
body
while
her
eyes
write
an
old
woman’s
experience

he
makes
wooden
things
for
his
friends
his
saw
hums
along
to
sinatra

through
him
I
can
taste
the
trees
smell
the
birds
swooping
over
the
water

summer
written
all
over
them
the
sun’s
canvas
they
ride
the
day

her
witchery
could
achieve
all
but
the
resurrection
of
the
dead

come
on
baby
time
party
with
me
forget
what
is
phantom
for
me

I
didn’t
forget
you
pretty
I
was
just
on
a
date
with
the
lake

I
want
to
meet
somewhere
and
have
to
describe
myself
by
what
I’m
wearing

the
wind
or
a
phantom
yanked
my
hair
but
I
wouldn’t
be
distracted

I
am
the
eye
of
the
storm
the
prairie
grasslands
the
coolth
of
midnight

she
wore
crushed
red
velvet
to
the
formal
blacker
than
night
were
her
eyes

the
plant
and
I
pondered
as
if
we
knew
we
were
in
the
wrong
bodies

the
old
growth
the
color
of
her
heart
like
greys
greens
and
fog
at
midnight

I
got
down
on
my
knees
and
I
pretend
to
pray
I’m
a
real
straight
shooter

- the mamas and the papas

ring
my
bell
baby
boy
ring
a
ding
ding
sweet
daddy
my
bell
ring
it

I
felt
someone
watching
me
and
there
she
was
the
moon
considering

I
love
overgrown
yards
they’re
spooky
she
hates
overgrown
yards
they’re
spooky

how
deep
is
your
love
mingled
with
barbecue
smoke
and
his
greying
beard

why
I
say
stupid
things
to
myself
like
I
wish
I
were
more
like
her

I
got
that
summertime
I
got
that
summertime
summertime
sadness

- lana del rey

the
spodie
party
back
in
high
school
fame
when
we
didn’t
give
a
fuck

venus
blessed
hair
shield
self
appointed
bait
there
I
was
the
pretty
trap

I
miss
you
when
the
sun
is
shining
with
the
breeze
and
the
trees
just
so

the
dragonfly
hovered
as
he
told
his
story
the
sun
may’ve
leaned
in

I’m
compelled
to
do
it
again
for
the
first
time
over
and
over

my
cat’s
a
panther
the
pines
are
jungle
vines
so
I
don’t
go
crazy

I’ll
pick
you
up
in
my
car
and
we’ll
paint
the
town
just
kiss
me
baby

- michael jackson

river
borne
sun
grown
rainswept
poemer
so
deep
in
your
own
air

you
can’t
go
on
thinking
nothing’s
wrong
who’s
gonna
drive
you
home
tonight

- the cars

oh
to
make
you
do
what
I
want
without
touching
you
without
speaking

the
past’s
long
enough
now
rewind
the
feels
so
I
might
feel
them
again

his
sun’s
setting
he’s
angry
like
a
rattlesnake
without
its
rattle

I
found
a
dream
that
I
could
speak
to
a
dream
that
I
can
call
my
own

- etta james

I’ve
thrown
haiku
at
him
for
years
with
endless
patience
he
carries
them

and
you
can
send
me
dead
flowers
every
morning
send
me
dead
flowers

- the rolling stones

some
pj
harvey
lyrics
to
complement
all
those
heats
and
passions

a
stepdaughter
five
times
over’s
never
an
object
of
affection

she
said
coolth
is
a
word
available
to
all
of
us
to
use

she
asked
if
I
believed
in
god
but
didn’t
listen
to
my
answer

everybody’s
got
a
hungry
heart
everybody’s
got
a
hungry
heart

- the boss

we
have
only
our
instagram
selves
but
I
dreamt
‘bout
her
like
I
know
her

they
left
that
diamond
in
the
rough
but
she
kept
shining
right
where
she
lay

she
bottled
and
used
my
confidence
I
hide
behind
tiny
poems

you
lived
a
greek
tragedy
but
to
me
you’re
still
the
hometown
hero

it’s
not
easy
I’m
swinging
over
like
a
heavy
loaded
fruit
tree

- pj harvey

everyone
has
their
own
truth
and
life
just
does
whatever
the
fuck
it
wants

- i, tonya

to
be
the
title
of
a
great
novel
the
subject
of
a
painting

it
was
dusty
there
was
sagebrush
sunshine
rattlesnakes
and
scorpions

the
summer
that
I
is
a
shape
in
the
mind
oh
the
stories
we’ve
lived