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hi i am ok

Bird Song As Heard on Bicycle

All the houses along the riverside lay sleeping ‘til dawn
As I rode by, I sang them my song, and a light went on in the window of the second story
We arose to greet the morning glory
The wind drew raindrops from my iris, my lungs they swell with the very breath of life
My legs they burn with the push and pull of pedal
My ears they turn, to the silence and the birds

Bay Leaves

There are bay leaves growing crazy in my brain
Coffee stains on the counter top
Free-dumb…I desired to write you down. I longed to lay you down
But there is a collection of clouds overhead, of hesitancy…
I notice it in you and in me… ha!

But I feel it release into an unsalted sea of bone broth…of hot sauce
or a warm wind

It’s comfort, breathed a sound into the air…
I perspired, and felt inspired again.

I wanted to tell you, something right then
Perhaps I should just keep to myself
Perhaps I should just keep to myself…for awhile

and slowly, you’ll know me.

Friendship Attachment Machine

Snow falling like powdered sugar bits
My body is achin’ and havin’ all sorts of fits
I could never ask her to be my malaise
But there’s something that makes me sad on Sundays

When you fall into the fox den, I haven’t been high in weeks
I feel clear but the caffeine has crept in again
It’s only a matter of time until the other drugs kick in
How do we stop it, this detestation?
With a beautiful melody, and some friends

You never even tell me when you’re coming into town
I find out through the grapevine that you’re having dinner someplace else
So I spread some brie on a piece of toast with lingonberry jam
and I worry myself silly that we aren’t even friends

Hey pal, I’m worried about you
You’re always sad, and you never seem fulfilled
Your moans fill the house in the middle of the night
You can’t keep on keepin’ this all inside

You’re a shape-shifting buckaroo that I don’t know how to trust
Maybe it’s just true that you don’t really care all that much
About what society asks of you and maybe I’m just too bought in to this ol’
friendship attachment machine

Maybe it’s me who I should be worried about
I’m always sad and I never am fulfilled
My whines fill the house in the middle of the day
I can’t keep keepin’ in what I gotta say

I never fuckin’ tell you when I’m coming into town
You find out through the grapevine that I’m having dinner with someone else
You spread some cheese on a piece of toast with a big ol’ slice of ham
and you worry yourself silly that we aren’t even friends

Broke Radio

I like old things
Ain’t trying to be vintage about it
I should really get rid of this broke radio that just ain’t working
But I like how it looks
I like the idea that one day I’m gonna fix it
I tried to hang up some command hooks
But now my spice rack is on the ground

You know love, it doesn’t just sit there
Like bread it must be made
and remade over and over and over and over again

I heard on the radio that’s another 97 children dead today
I wake up each morning and feed a room half that size their breakfast
I can’t imagine that scene, done by someone behind a screen
Not having to hear all the screams
Not having to hear all the screams
We’re hiding behind our screams, not having to hear all the screams

Darlin’ lay down
You’ve done enough for today
Just stare up at the ceiling
and let it all wash away

Hi, I am OK

Hi, I am ok ok ok ok ok
Hi, I am ok
Thinkin’ about terrible things, but I am ok

I’m still the same old egg-cream-and-subway-guy
I speak in an illusion, a valuable extra side
The shiny wrinkled jelly of my human brain
Where power is powerless and nobody knows my name… ha!

Flirting is perhaps the pleasantest sport on earth
The give and the take, the back and forth
Someone who says thank you with their eyes
Ringo, you’re a natural mime but those eyes are six feet wide…

Let’s burn bonfires for peace
Right under the tail of the recalcitrant congressman
Six percent of the scientists, and one percent of the federal judges

Hi, I am ok

Grey

Well, I’ve never seen a grey like I see in your eyes
It wasn’t quite sadness but it wasn’t quite right
I’ve never seen a grey like I see through my eyes
It wasn’t quite lightness but it was alright
Cause grey is a wildly beautiful color
It’s honest and true and doesn’t harm another

I walked across the meadow with hay bales bound tight
White pine towering over soft moonlight
I turned my head to look back at that home
Snapped a photo to avoid the lump in my throat
It’s funny where we find ourselves sometimes
But I know I wanna see the stars at night

I know you like music and I know you love to dance
Let’s go out dancing but I won’t hold your hand
I watch you spin ‘round and ‘round
With someone who moves their knees and lifts you off the ground
I will play the guitar to which you move your feet
Every so often you’ll look up at me

As if no one has said this already but it’s crazy once you know
Home is where the hunger is and home is where I grow

It Won’t Be Easy

It won’t be easy
It won’t be smooth
It won’t be painless
It’ll take a lot outta you
But it will be worth it

It won’t be easy
It won’t be cool
It won’t be flawless
It’ll take a lot outta you
But it will be worth it

It won’t be easy
But it will be true
It will be honest
It’ll make a lot outta you
But it will be worth it

abnormal folk rock with members from mpls and the north shore