September 2015 Archives

Here's Looking At You, Kid

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You can tell Gail, if she calls

That I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs

And even if that's a lie 

She shoulda given me a try


When we were kids on the field of the first day of school

I would've been her fool

And I would've sang out your name in those old high school halls

You tell that to Gail, if she calls


And you can tell Jane, if she writes

That I'm drunk off all these stars and all these crazy

Hollywood nights

And that's total deceit 

But she shoulda married me


And tell her I spent every night of my youth on the floor

Bleeding out from all these wounds

I would've gotten her right out of that town she despised

You tell that to Janie, if she writes


But boys will be boys and girls have those eyes

That'll cut you to ribbons sometimes

And all you can do is just wait by the moon

And bleed if it's what she says you oughta do


You remind Anna, if she asks why

That a thief stole my heart while she was making up her mind

I heard she lives in Brooklyn with the cool

And goes crazy over that New York scene on 7th Avenue


But I used to wait at the diner a million nights without her

Praying she won't cancel again tonight

And the waiter served my coffee with a consolation sigh

You remind Anna, if she asks why


Tell her it's alright

You know it's hard to tell you this

Oh it's hard to tell you this

Here's looking at you, kid.

Tigers

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by Eliza Griswold



What are we now but voices

who promise each other a life

neither one can deliver

not for lack of wanting

but wanting won't make it so

We cling to a vine

at the cliff's edge.

There are tigers above

and below. Let us love

one another and let go.

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