Carnations

It's been awhile since i have written. we have been busy demoing and i have been writing at break neck speed and falling to pieces in this p-cola heat. i received an email that inspired me to blog:

hi,first off FANTASTIC MUSIC!!!!!! an answer to my prayers!
amazing sound, amazing lyrics.i was wondering where i could find the
lyrics to your song Carnation........searched a bit but came up only with
dead ends...would be cool if you could point me in the right direction.
thanks and keep flying

i realize i haven't posted lyrics in any place consistently. usually lyrics arrived on fiddy million different pieces of papers, that usually end up in the wash. if these tiny scraps of paper survive or avoid the wash cycle, then they stand chance of becoming song. carnations occurred over six months i believe, between reading emily dickinson and edward gorey. liz and i also had some knock drag outs about tempos and feel, since most of it was written on guitar and then piano, they are things that just don't occur on guitar and piano the same. but i think liz did an incredible job with the music, and words aren't bad either. hint: carnations is a play on reincarnation.

Carnations

If carnations heal my heart
then i'll collect the pollen
& grow flowers in the furrow of your brow

I'll take the words you say
& forget the sorrow
like ghosts blowing through
'cause that's what you do to me

in spite of all this gravity
i'll hoist you to my shoulders
like a dirge without a sound
i'll walk you through the ending

the cool earth on your feet
soon you'll find it soothing
I'll paint behind your eyelids
a dream of childhood

just like everything that is sown
you wake with the sun in your eyes
chance whispers in sweet breath
angels breathing down your neck
sorrow won't save me this time

in silence i've put away
my labor and my leisure
and let this rust run through me
decay can be soothing

false starts and maladies
they rest between my shoulders
a void pulling at the seam
too silver for a stitch

this unwinding coat of clay
is fallow anyway
i'll be waiting
deep into the fall
for a moment
when i hear that cold call
spring rushs move my soul
and mum petals fall.