are you my daddy
are you

I don’t wanna cut you up
drink you from a paper cup
I don’t wanna spit you out
or kick you in the shin
I don’t wanna knock you down
be your mother be a clown
I don’t wanna talk about
the shit you’re really in
I don’t wanna take a bow
no one’s clapping anyhow
I don’t wanna sneak around
and pray you’ll understand
I don’t wanna call your bluff
enough’s enough
I don’t wanna see you
chained up

are you my daddy
are you

I don’t wanna ruffle you
cut the deck and shuffle you
don’t wanna come to fisticuffs
or stick you with a pin
I don’t wanna argue
hurt your pride or make you blue
your tongue is forked and clearly
there are scales upon your skin
I don’t wanna help ice crack
give you a surprise attack
I don’t wanna cut you slack
and watch it go to hell
I don’t wanna tell you lies
like presbyterians or spies
I don’t wanna see you chained up

are you my daddy
are you

don’t you run away
leave me like a rainy day
I don’t wanna make you stay
or stand up high above you
don’t want you to see me cry
I’m just trying not to lie
I don’t wanna see you chained up

If that’s the way that you want it, well that’s the way I want it more.

“It was someone else ago.”

In many ways our lives can be defined by the significant people in them, and as they change, we change. “Someone else ago” is as good a marker for lost times as any, and a more evocative way to delineate our past than most.

October Project – Funeral in His Heart

He had a dream
It was haunting him at night
It would fly into his hands
So he tried to cage it
But he only made it fly away

He heard a song
It was running through his mind
It was singing from the past
So he tried to sing it
But he found he could not make it last

The world is falling apart
He’s getting older
And there’s a funeral in his heart

He was alone
With a picture of his life
On the outside looking in
So he tried to change it
But he lost the person he had been

The world is falling apart
He’s getting older
And there’s a funeral in his heart

Thunder moving under the mountain
Thunder in his dreams
Hoping that there must be a word for
Everything he means

He had a love
It was keeping him alive
It was someone else ago
So he tried to hide it
But he knew he’d never let it go

The world is falling apart
He’s getting older
And there’s a funeral in his heart

Rasputina – Watch T.V.

I’m the lucky one
Always having fun
I tie back my hair
I sit and watch T.V.
I see only me
Though I look for you there

Oh, where have you gone?
Were you canceled?
I change to channel 2
You were the one
Who gave me all my answers
I changed
So did you

Try another show
With the volume low
I make up what they say
What used to be your face
Is an empty space
Your co-stars look away

Oh, where have you gone
And do you miss me
And what we used to do?
You were the one
Who’d talk and smile for half an hour
Always new

I’m the lucky one
I watch a re-run.
It looks a lot like you

One star lost a family
One family lost a star
That’s why I wait and watch
To find out where you are

One family lost a star
One star, they lost their family
That’s why I sit at home alone
And watch T.V.

I can watch forever
I can watch for hours
It just gets better
It gives me power
I can watch for hours
I can watch forever
It gives me pleasures
It makes me better

I’m the lucky one.
Always having fun.

It makes me feel sadly nostalgic, there’s definitely something bittersweet here. But there are worse ways to start the day, I do believe.

Laura Veirs – Galaxies

When you sing, when you sing
The stars fill up my eyes
Galaxies pour down my cheeks
Galaxies they flood the street
Galaxies

When we dance, when we dance
Eels and sea grass float on by
I’m 10,000 leagues beneath the sea
10,000 leaguesbeneath the green
10,000 leagues

When we kiss, when we kiss
Bears and boulders vibrate through the air
Gravity is dead you see
No gravity all I need is beating red
No gravity

Then I want to really listen to it, and get a chill.

Laura Veirs – Sun is King

even the most shimmering rain
empties out the sky and comes to an end
we all know that the sun is king
there’s no messing with our orbiting

so why is he standing in his own backyard
crying at his fallen-down house of card?

did you see the ice in his eye?
did you see the dagger caught in his smile?
innocent as a summer flower
with a serpent coiled under his collar

so why is he standing in his own backyard
crying at his fallen-down house of card?

All I Need is Everything – Over the Rhine

Slow down. Hold still.
It’s not as if it’s a matter of will.
Someone’s circling. Someone’s moving
a little lower than the angels.
And it’s got nothing to do with me.
The wind blows through the trees,
but if I look for it, it won’t come.
I tense up. My mind goes numb.
There’s nothing harder than learning how to receive.

Calm down. Be still.
We’ve got plenty of time to kill.
No hand writing on the wall:
just the voice that’s in us all.
And you’re whispering to me,
time to get up off my hands and knees,
’cause if I beg for it, it won’t come.
I find nothing but table crumbs.
My hands are empty. God I’ve been naive.

All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.

Slow down. Hold still.
It’s not as if it’s a matter of will.
Someone’s circling. Someone’s moving
a little lower than the angels.
This voice calling me to you:
it’s just barely coming through.
Still, I clearly hear my name.
I’ve been fingering the flame
like tomorrow’s martyr.
It gets harder to believe.

All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.

So from now till kingdom come,
taste the words on the tip of my tongue.
‘Cause we can’t run truth out of town,
only force it underground.
The roots grow deeper
in ways we can’t conceive.

All I need is everything.
Inside, outside feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.

All I need is all I need.

This might be a repeat SOTD, I am too lazy to look and see. Regardless, it’s worth a happy pants repeat listen.