http://creativeartists.tribe.net/thread/1c6a44b6-e721-4475-87e7-518a4f4f47c6?format=rss Tribe.net. Local Connections http://creativeartists.tribe.net/thread/1c6a44b6-e721-4475-87e7-518a4f4f47c6#be77e27b-f18d-4fbc-9f5d-db194475830c “grandpiano” Grand piano sing me a tune About a dying face in the moon. Kill me a thousand notes in D sharp And sign it off to the sake of making art. My plastic heart wants their fleshy parts to suffer the same as I, But I know that place ‘cause I’ve fixed my gaze on their cuts and cried. Speak this swampwater song, sordid lullaby, “so long,” Steal away in the daytime, a mist hides my face is gone. Corridor leading to the caller calling leaden lips to the witness, Who can be this fallen bleeding girl? Oh, my sweetness! Two’s tonality, and three’s credulity- A pair’s exclusivity lost on my naïveté That I could be, well, see…never mind it. A single note sought for a key A rhythm and a harmony Split your lips to whisper a kiss From your heart through your fingertips Don’t stutter…… Shape the words, don’t speak, Forget me You have your song And another just pining on. What’s not good is right for me A chord uncut, bound by faith, conceive. Shorn of certainty that tomorrow is new I know it’s just not true, I found out because of you Drum this on your knees To the sound of seven strings They give me strength for every day A reassuring timbre wrapped around my waist Under the cover of this ripe and shining color Is the fruit my heart and soul require. Sweet on my tongue and warm on my face. Mon, 24 Sep 2007 04:33:43 GMT http://creativeartists.tribe.net/thread/1c6a44b6-e721-4475-87e7-518a4f4f47c6#be77e27b-f18d-4fbc-9f5d-db194475830c Jhn 2007-09-24T04:33:43Z