Lyrics
© 2010 Chloe Roth, All Rights Reserved
1. Apollo and Daphne
Daphne deathly pale approached the edge of the great river
Out of breath and fleeing from her horror and delight
Desperately she begged it to relieve her of her body
And hardly had she finished when her limbs grew ossified
Her arms turned numb and heavy as they stretched into strong branches
As the delicate Bay bark closed over her soft breasts
Her hair as wild as ever now was leaves rustling in the wind
Her head became a treetop in which birds could build their nests
Her toes had turned to roots forever rooted to the river
Everything was gone except her shining and her grace
No longer felt the chill of water lapping at her feet
Salty tears of penitence rolled down Apollo’s face
And since he loved her still he placed his hand where he was hoping
Embraced the twisted twigs as if they were still Daphne’s limbs
Relieved that underneath the bark he felt her beating heart
He kissed the wood but as he did the wood shrank from his lips
Apollo could not let her go
Obsessed in reverie
Said “Since you’ll never be my bride
At least my tree you’ll be”
Remember that the river which had granted her that wish
Was her father living mighty ‘mongst the water and the fish
It had given too much pleasure it had eaten her alive
So she exclaimed “destroy and change” this body no more mine
2. Wingnut
Mosquito nets
Forbade those pests
From feasting on my skin
The problem was
Their bothersome buzz
Unkept from creeping in
My baby chick
Did not hatch quick
But lingered in his shell
Then Wingnut emerged
As I was on the verge
Of ringing that little bird’s death knell
And Julia do you remember that one afternoon
We sat upon the carpet in your mother’s living room
Staring at the massacre that we had justly wrought
The pieces of that purple centipede that we had chopped
Its head had scurried towards us and away from us its tail
The kitchen knife strewn haplessly and gleaming at our pale
Faces that had never killed before so brutally before
But our parents said that we’d done good and so we killed some more
I’d bellyache
Demand a break
From picking macadamia nuts
Faint and fatigued
I’d feign with ease
A fever or a minor cut
My callused feet
The red dirt and heat
My arms dotted pink with calamine
Watered my bonsai trees
In the humidity
When sister came to tell me Grandpa died
And Brianna do you ever recall after school each day
We’d climb up on the trampoline and jump the day away
Finally we’d just go limp collapse onto our backs
And listen to the roosters crow their cackles wane and wax
We scratched our bug bites ‘til they bled and stared into the sky
At the bubbling spots amoeba-like that floated in our eyes
And Aurora was our sometimes mother calling us inside
And we’d dash barefoot to the yurt for your mom’s tofu pie
3. Island of Snakes
You wrote me a letter I never returned
An attempt at apology long ago spurned
Now in the worst possible way I have learned
To forgive before you’re robbed of goodbye
To say thank you before you say bye
I think that we’ve all entertained the idea
Of turning the steering wheel left
Of oncoming traffic as our sweet release
But that thought quickly passes like breath
It normally passes with a breath
You put holes in your lungs so they’d match your big heart
Whose hollows we did not perceive
We threw aces of spades in your grave but we still
As they filled that hollow space could not believe
I don’t think we’ll ever believe
We peddled together no distance too far
And climbed rocks no matter how tall
It’s quiet today in LA and the Bay
Even Bosnia’s mosques will recall
Silently Bosnia recalls
There was the lake with the island of snakes
Forever fearless you took the first dive
The irony now of that Sarajevo night
The bridge where Ferdinand took his last drive
The first dive and last drive
Aces of spades in the spokes of our wheels
Like initials carved into a tree
Our bikes decorated like heroes of war
Playing cards spin ‘round for bravery
When peddled a pinwheel of memories
It rained down a shower of green leaves and glass
Trees breathe out so that we can breathe in
Two lives were lost amid metal and grass
That tree and you exhaled in unison
Collided and exhaled in unison
There are three strangers who now walk this earth
With parts of your body inside
And though each of us carries a part of you too
They’d not have lived had you’d not died
They’d not have survived if you not died
There’s a thin line between nightmares and dreams
It had wrapped itself tightly ‘round you
You asked if a person can come back from this
And we just did not know what to do
I wish we’d known what to do
4. Georgia Peach
I laid down right next to you, upon your sheetless bed
And I told you that my favorite part of the human body is
The velvet ridge that separates the bottom lip from skin
And I showed you how faces dissolve, when pressed chin to chin
My thumb would trace topographic trails around your mouth
Mine tasted of the Pacific and yours of the deep south
Whose lips could linger longer on the other’s was our game
Your pout like the grand canyon, but uncharted and unnamed
Before you I had never really been drawn to blue eyes
From them how could I have known what lay broken inside
At work you’d close the door and throw your phone against the wall
You raged hurricanes and everything was always someone else’s fault
“I like to drink and do dangerous things” is all you say
You simply shrug in silence as the months approach the drain
I stop them with my toe and play them once more through my mind
See you hateful and affectionate, Jekyll and Hyde
I urgently craved urgency but got complacency at best
You only pulled me in on nights when moonshine hugged your breath
Now I miss you foolishly the way a wound might miss a leach
You fell morose and mute each time your ego bruised like a Georgia peach
5. Bows & Arrows
I fear I fear you’ll disappear without knowing the weight of your being
Silver ring carved in my palm and your laughter ringing and ringing
Earplugs drown the outdoors but still your voice inside as my bearing
Compass calibrated points south in the desert I can hear you singing
And I wonder if you’re sober if you’re over the simple and shiny
Or if you’ve taken to the sea like a pirate tipsy and briny
Or the forest for a fleeting moment of clarity climbing
Clandestine and hovering in the treetops prickly and piney
Shockwaves shake my floorboards I lift them up to find all your letters
Stamps unstamped unsent for fear that you’d blanch at my feelings unfettered
Yellowing like a dry cocoon like the moon warns of ominous weather
I think to myself all the things that I felt and my cheeks grow redder and redder
It was the worst way that I ever felt but I felt that at least I felt loved
The last time I saw you were bearded I baited you bid you farewell with a hug
Solemn and sullen as always you’d fallen for someone who’d once been so close
I hoped you felt hopeless my whole moral compass was cracking in front of my nose
For your target practice was a willing actress I faced you and fell from the start
No apples were perched on our heads bows and arrows we pointed at each other’s hearts
The dirt under your nails
The happy trail
I never tread upon with shaking fingers
Instead they shook before
I slammed each door
Your disappointed face forever lingers
Mocking me to shame
Still to this day
I can't forgive you for forgiving me those things
Which kept you at bay
Always at arm’s length
Of loving touchless we had become queen and king
Your pulsing pregnant eyes
Gave birth to sights
Which I was always much too weak to witness
But you screened them first
Swallowed the ghosts
Sucked the poison out of every crevice
So don’t you dare stand up
Your skull will rupture
On stalagmite horns those rocky thorns
They threaten from above
Or from below
The difference from stalactites this I ought to know
You told me so
Those years ago
A drunken elegy I hastefully ignored
For as you poured
Each drink a war
Whiskey whisking you away from this here myth
The volume of our senseless song could never reach that of thunder
I erred the day I pulled away, yes, that was my life’s biggest blunder
I puckered like a porcupine and your patience it burst asunder
The day you raised your flag I felt my heart had been pillaged and plundered
6. Murphey’s Law
Listen to Lyssa as we all, your ghost bike, surround
Like ashes we’ll scatter the party mix over the ground
And your folks will unfurl in their home far away from your friends
These two worlds will separately mourn but together you’ll orbit our heads
An avalanche fell on New York on October eighteenth
The gloom falls too early and much too real on this Halloween
We’ll dress up like cacti and celebrate you in sombreros
But the couch it feels cold it’s a hungrier world without you
You walked us home each time darkness would threaten to fall
A gentleman guard for this life you were deemed too evolved
We swear off the drink so we think but we’re silly with grief
Not just flowers but half of our hearts on that corner we leave
We are so young and so dumb and we think that the world ahead
Is waiting for us to arrive with a bed made and arms outstretched
In our heads we’re invincible ride with no helmets or brakes
Walk on edges of buildings scare our friends just so we feel alive and awake
Hands laden with candles their wicks casting shadows we walk
By the billion march brethren and strangers alike fill the blocks
The streetlights hold vigil and echo our white points of light
Five boroughs ablaze with your face made eternal tonight
Tragic the trumpets will sound as our tears mix with laughter
We are here in the now but we now can't escape the hereafter
We know that the hug life and Brooklyn they suited you well
We are livid and lost we’re alive but we’re living in hell
7. Wormwood
My little heart jumped at each thump on the windowpane heard
And the palms of my hands are abundant with moribund birds
Twas this song which like spiders my fingers crawled across the keys
For poetry at the piano I lied through my teeth
Lo and behold you died thus in my palms the next day
Fatally wounded I cradled you faded away
Mother said you
And your death offered proof
Of the palpable power of words
But I’d gladly give back
Every fictional fact
That I write for the lives of you birds
Whereas first you just fell and we put you back where you belong
Our act of benevolence silenced your un-begun song
Above the front door to the floor from your nest you were nudged
Alas, neither soap nor a glove could undo what we’d done
Since then I’ve learned of the musk of us large flightless things
How the human scent’s fatal to those of you orphaned with wings
Your tiny talons got tangled beneath the birch tree
Stuck in the sprinkler a sparrow had spoken to me
As father approached you were flustered and fearfully flapped
But he held you, his pocketknife prying you from that strange trap
An alley cat clawed at your cage while you healed from your wounds
You were scared half to death and the other half just followed suit
So a flight you might feign
I could carve you a cane
From a twig that fell down from your nest
But instead I must make
In the garden a grave
Dig it deep so in peace you may rest
With a dropper I’d drip forty drops of wormwood on my tongue
You made sure at the end of two weeks any worm would be gone
I awoke to a flutter and bang and was utterly stunned
All windows secured couldn’t conjure from whence you had come
Upon my white pillow was plucked from my plumage by fear
A downy brown feather a weathered but real souvenir
8. The Duel, feat. Christopher Chu
You were always the smartest one
The bravest and the boldest one
Who loved the hardest and the most
Who pushed us far and pulled us close
But we have signed on dotted lines
And crossed the line on deals we signed
We break the promises we make
And lose the prisoners we take
Six years of kneeling down
My knees are bruised and calloused now
From loving you without condition
But with a surgeon’s slow precision
I cut the cord that held me there
A loose balloon but without air, air
The mesh over our eyes pulled back
And callowly we cast attacks
Fencing like medieval foes
Love’s underbelly lies exposed
The armor falls when you come near
The jousting stops, reveals my fear
For you to know I’ve worshipped you
But the rapier has gotten through
Six years of kneeling down
My knees are bruised and calloused now
From loving you without condition
But with a surgeon’s slow precision
I cut the cord that held me there
A loose balloon but without air, air
9. The Puppeteer
A woman’s dreams imagined
In minutiae twice a day
Dolls enact each task enacted at night
And at the matinee
Thus lived a lonely lady
Once removed from human life
Her hands alone achieved to be
A mother and a wife
The puppeteer is beautiful
And the strings are tough to spy
The puppets move so gracefully
Swinging from so high
The chip upon her shoulder
Fell with domino effect
Upon those of her minions
Whose fate she does project
And now she has a marching army
To follow where she goes
Strings attached invisibly
To raise their knees and toes
The puppeteer is beautiful
And the strings are tough to spy
The puppets move so gracefully
Swinging from so high
Jaunty little figurines
Their jointed elbows dangling
Brittle bodies made of trees
Ash, oak, and mahogany
The tiny button closures on their clownish costumes clash
With the fact they cannot button them with lifeless wooden hands
Without her thumbs and pinkies animating them to dance
In suitcases sleep head to head like sardines tightly packed
The strongest of the clan even
Collapsed a coltish heap
Hovering down at her hem
Floundering at her feet
The puppeteer is beautiful
And the strings are tough to spy
The puppets move so gracefully
Swinging from so high
They cannot wink nor eyelids blink
They sleep awake they stare and shake
The theatre seats will gasp and roar
The puppeteer recoils some more
Leads them from behind the scenes more scared of life than death
They hang upon her every word await with bated breath
The dolls and audience alike hypnotically transfixed
Both flesh and wood were gullible and easily convinced
Slack-jawed and limp as rags
With holes drilled right through their heads
Lashes flicker fleetingly
Simulated seamlessly
The master of the marionette is known as the manipulator
A title fitting fingers flitting shameless now but later
She’ll awake one day arthritic hands this gesticulator
For years she hovered high about the stage an impersonator
© 2010 Chloe Roth, All Rights Reserved