i want to make this play
but i know you're faded
mmm, but stay
don't close your hands.

it seems like so much more recent, the loss. that empty loss of more than a year ago ( Read more... )

concertina concertina a chill that bends ( Read more... )

...and at once i knew i was not magnificent
high above the highway aisle
shake it, fake it, stick with us
i could see for miles, miles, miles

if i could write in bon iver i would tonight. the crash, notes, something like a post apocalyptic rock band. unpredictable ( Read more... )

you open your old walt whitman for a little fix, and folded-up notebook paper falls from the back cover. a lead sheet for an old love song for an old friend, written from an over-played dave matthews band song ( Read more... )

and a cheap guitar
i am my own movie star.

and maybe the most we can do ( Read more... )

and i always got the feeling you just liked to hear it fall ( Read more... )

"My thank-yous always come out rather labored. I often don't give them at all. People do what they're supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation --- they're like frozen-yogurt employees who put out cups for tips."