Friday

little girl me



Trying to be like my ma

Jamming to that red record before I fit into a bra

Driving for miles and miles

An endless summer road of memories

A re-configured family, a new location

An old house, a pitched tent

It’s all the same - you can buy or you rent


Left standing on the side, our luggage on top

Curls blowing in the wind, the future of our kin

trying to hold it together with only four hands

Nobody has spoken and the tape recorder’s broken


It won’t rewind

Fuck, it won’t rewind

But still the songs stay the same

Older now

Stronger now

a simple pawn in life’s game

no one’s to blimmity blame

I need to make a name

For myself

For sanity’s sake

No drugs, no lies

Just the truth always honest always brutal but which would you prefer?


Freaking out at the tears

I realize now it’s okay to cry

They fall and fall

through heartbreak and open windows

you enter my life

no needles no blood but that pinch still exists

you were there on the mountain

when I was lost

your voice in my ear in my head

when my body felt like lead your sounds were my Samson picking me up


I’ve chained myself and I’ve lost the key

But I’m on the ground, on my knees

Searching searching, and I think I’ve found it inside of me

I think I could be you

I think you could be me

Two opposing forces that are the same

And yet I’ve found my image in you

An incandescent tail of light shining through a pane of glass through which no one can remove the E

Inside of me


There is no resisting, simply existing

California California – our pilgrimages you hold in history

In your hilly sides, but don’t you go on a diet, girl

I plan to make a life in you, a never-ending matrimony

Separation won’t exist, the only way out will be up


And the only thing I’d leave you for is the moon