Monday, April 30, 2007

coachella upside your head [or] if i told you things i did before, told you how i used to be, would you go along with someone like me?

i wish i was a fisheye photo

really small friends

are we in chinatown?

bubbles in the smog

somewhat surreal

wallace and gromit

peter bjorn to the jizzohn

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no-one will surprise me unless you do...

and here i dreamt i was colin meloy's petticoat

chris dreaming fondly of joshua trees and unicorns

jedi master

coachella night

Monday, April 16, 2007

bubbles in black and white



























montgomery street by foot















an old feeling
of something new


moving past light and more shadow





stone and glass and one way traffic
a calm and then silence,
the sound of footsteps and taxis


on montgomery street...


Friday, April 13, 2007

grace cathedral hill

grace cathedral hill,
all wrapped in bones of a setting sun,
all dust and stone and moribund.
i paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle.
for a new year's day,
i sat and watched it burn away,
then turned and weaved through slow decay.
we were both a little hungry,
so we went to get a hotdog.
down the hyde st. pier.
the light was slight and dissapeared.
the air, it stunk of fish and beer.
we heard a superman trumpet play the national anthem.

and the world may be long for you,
but he'll never belong to you.
but on a motorbike,
when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight.
are you feeling better now?
>decemberists




































Friday, April 6, 2007

i must belong somewhere

Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed wall.
Leave the death ledger under city hall.
Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today.

Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet.
Leave the bird you killed at your father's feet.
Let the sideways rain in the crooked street, remain.

Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel.
Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal.
Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls, today.

Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell case.
Leave the worried look on your lover's face.
Let the orange embers in the fireplace, remain.

Cause everything it must belong somewhere.
The train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs.
Everything it must belong somewhere.
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.

Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell.
Leave the widower in his private hell.
Leave the liberty in that broken bell, today.

Leave the epic poem on its yellowed page.
Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage.
Let the traveling band on the interstate, remain.

Cause everything it must belong somewhere.
Sound-stage in California, televisions in Times Square.
Everything it must belong somewhere.
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.
Yeah I know that now that's why I'm staying here.

Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed.
Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed.
Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head, today.

Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel.
Leave the homeless man in his cardboard cell.
Let the painted horse on the carousel, remain.

Cause everything it must belong somewhere.
Just like the gold around her finger and the silver in his hair.
Yeah, everything it must belong somewhere.
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.

In truth, the forrest hears each sound.
Each blade of grass as it lies down.
The world requires no audience.
no witnesses, no witnesses.

Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool.
Leave the autumn leaves in the swimming pool.
Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school, today.

Leave novelist in his daydream tomb.
Leave the scientist in his rubic's cube.
Let true genius in the padded room, remain.

Leave horse's hair on the slanted bow.
Leave the slot machines on the riverboat.
Leave the cauliflower in the casserole, today.

Leave the hot, bright trash in the shopping malls.
Leave the hawks of war in their capitals.
Let the organ's moan in the cathedral, remain.

Cause everything it must belong somewhere.
They locked the devil in the basement, threw God up into the air.
Yeah, everything it must belong somewhere.
You know it's true, I wish you'd leave me here.
Now you know it's true, why don't you leave me here?

>bright eyes