SONGWRITING
I began teaching myself the guitar at twelve. By the time I graduated high school, I’d been admitted to the Berklee College of Music.
Music college is expensive. I went to the state university instead.
However, the love (and practice) of music and songwriting never died.
The Party
They're dancing in the living room
Spinning silly, like tops
Godless men and women
In a night when time stops
A wolf has crawled through the window
And laid across the bar
The critics in the corner agree
The wolf should be more jaguar
Welcome to your party dear
Welcome to your special night, love
We’ve all come together to see you
To see you off
You’ll find a man in the hall
With scratches on his eyes
He’s easy to surprise
Burn brighter, if you can.
Make embers of the floor.
Push your fingers inside us.
Leave your clawmarks on the door
The moon is twirling faster,
Bulging red just like a heart
Spread out like ink on paper
Like blood, only stranger
Welcome to your party dear
Welcome to your special night, love
We’ve all come together to see you
To see you off
THE SPIDER
Babe you think I’m here
You’re calling out to me
There’s webs beneath your teeth
And I can’t hear a thing
Your spiders come crawling out
With every little evil thing
You say to me
Warm red running
Down my chin and through my teeth
From biting on my tongue
To hush my hissing underneath
Your spiders come crawling out
Wish you could somehow see
What they do to me
And I know that you're hurting
But would you comfort me?
Hey, we're trying
You're crying, crying out to sea
Now I know you’re here
You're calling out to me
I've peeled back both my eyes
So I can finally see
Your love that's there, deep inside
Past your throat and in your being
And I know that you're hurting
But would you comfort me?
Hey, we're trying
You're crying, crying out to sea