June 21, 2000
What You Can Never Have
you've got a mink cap
and bloody, red hands
you've got a whale bone comb
and a pressed paper fan
rice powdered cheeks
and a sharpened tooth
but baby I love you
All for the love of what you can never have
All for the love of what you can never have
You tell yourself its going to be another long night ahead
Buck up you made it, now lie in your bed
you are a motel
that takes in travelers through the night
you are a cold water flat up ten flights
and every calculated smile
hits its target straight and true
but baby I love you
All for the love of what you can never have
All for the love of what you can never have
You tell yourself its going to be another long night ahead
Buck up you made it, now lie in your bed
If I stood up and made for the door
and waved the back of my pretty hand
like I've done a thousand times before
I know you'd get up
and stop me before I walked through
because that's the kind of thing
that's the kind of wicked thing
that's just the sort of thing you do
and I stay because I want to.
Posted by bethamsel at 4:30 PM
June 19, 2000
I am amazed by the light this afternoon...creamy and golden. This is summer in its texture and countenance. This is bare feet and exposed arm. This is iced tea in tall glasses running with condensation. Amen.
You may have noticed that the site is acting a bit strange. All should be resolved in the coming weeks...
I am sending large waves of gratitude to all who came out to Passim recently, both at the cutting edge of the campfire (especially those of you who bravely arrived at midnight Friday night) and the two nights that I took up with Ben Demerath and Lori McKenna last week. I had an amazing time. Lord it was hot Thursday night...no more playing with my hair down till Thanksgiving. I leave on Wednesday for a two night run with Richard Shindell in PA and NJ and then end the week on Sunday night at The Prodigal Son in Hyannis, MA (see: On The Road). I am going to dip myself into the Atlantic Ocean and see what happens next. I am hoping for sand in my bathing suit and seaweed in my hair.
Till next week, ciao!
Posted by bethamsel at 4:31 PM