An orchid is a flower that thrives on neglect

You want to be a good boy, so tonight you're staying home.
But there's no house in this hotel and you can't afford to phone
a girl that claims to love you, but rarely sleeps alone.
Still you don't mind, you're used to lies, you've read the
papers all your life.

Still your feelings thrive - like an orchid, like an orchid .
Still your feelings thrive: like an orchid on neglect.

Still your feelings thrive - like an orchid, like an orchid.
Still your feelings thrive: like an orchid on neglect.

Your body is your temple, your mind is it's high priest.
He's feasting on the tribute your order has received.
Though Guilt does point a finger, he knows he can't complete.
You tell your girl you want to change, she kisses you and leaves.

Still your feelings thrive - like an orchid, like an orchid .
Still your feelings thrive: like an orchid on neglect.

You trade your flower of life for an orchid, for an orchid…
and wonder how much time will the orchid bloom instead.

Still your feelings thrive - like an orchid, like an orchid .
Still your feelings thrive: like an orchid on neglect.

You trade your flower of life for an orchid, for an orchid…
and wonder how much time will the orchid bloom instead.

Vigo

The weather was unkind
And the questions were unasked
I've been thinking of how she reminded me of the trail
Trail I've followed, while I didn't know you'd been here before

Who'd have known you'd be forced
To betray the one you adored
It's not fair. How could it be?
When I trusted you more than you trusted me

Katharine Says

The world's turned to math
And your blue eyes have gone black
Katharine said
Come to dance, come to bed

We were chewing on ice
And we held each other tight
Flirting with death
Just like Katharine said

While Miss K's misgiving
Her love never-ending
Tonight you will love me
Without the pretending
Just lust… stronger than love… stronger than love

Autobiographical rhyming song

I broke a jar that was all full of pennies
They're rolling around on the floor
I know I'm wasting my time with this four-track
Ignoring the knocks at the door
Does it always have to rhyme, Irene?
You shouldn't have to judge yourself
Music is a question of taste
And having lots of time to waste

Horoscope

When you woke up today, with your tongue green from lying
Stuck with nothing to prove and with nothing to hide
When you looked at your hands, found them swollen and chapped
You felt tired

And now that it's most cost-effective, you've stopped trying

Well your horoscope said it was time for a change
Do you know what that means, do you have what it takes
in a world swollen with lies
there's a road through the field of poppies
there are rivers of ink and wine, there's a desert
by the ocean
and a choice

The Lonely Drunk

She drank
straight from the bottle, then
poured herself another little glass

She talks
but no one is listening, she
lives in the emptiest apartment that I've ever seen

If I forgot to say that I was with her too
it's cause I was up North, making love to you

In June you will grow older, I hope you miss me
by the time the Summer's over
Oh, I doubt you'll miss me
when the Summer's over

Not Amused

There were songs about Spring
And there are songs about food
There's even a song about holding your breath
There were songs about gods
And I wrote one for you
But my lies didn't scan
And you were not amused…

Sick in the Body, Sick in the Head

Now that I know you will become an angel
(your soul slipping through my eyes)
I keep your secrets, though you don't deserve the most petty sacrifice

And you're old enough to know that the furthest bottom of low
Is the most expensive slum you've ever slept in
It's the most expensive slum you've ever slept in

You can keep weaving yourself into carpets
It justifies my crime
I can keep sleeping and burying my true thoughts into long exhausted sighs

And we're old enough to know that the furthest bottom of low
Is the most expensive slum we've ever slept in
It's the most expensive slum we've ever slept in
It's the most expensive slum you've ever slept in
She's the most expensive slum you've ever slept with

Upside Down

Some sincerely do belong to the direction they live on
And though you'd like to show you care, your moods are clumsy
The mystery remains unsolved, of why his sister's name was called
And though you'd like to show you care, your manners are rusty

And you live wall to wall to the soul that you've lost
But you can't get it together to piece it back again
It looks like you've cut off your shadow

Do you need it now, to know who you are?
You've been hearing the truths at night
Did you just hear the word "coward"?

What is brave? What is brave if you're not brave?

Madrid

You often say that London is gray, but this city is gray too.
When you're knee-deep in the concrete, do you care if skies are blue…

In the downtown of the city you're surrounded by hostile stares.
No one cares. You feel silly but you know that no one cares

Loneliness surrounds the walls of the Garden where you can't sleep at all
cause you're dreams scream back at you the obscene truth:
You have sacrificed your youth. What for who?

Dirges at the break of dawn, another sleepless night has gone by.
This town is not for you, no this town is not for you. What for who?

The slow decay that mazes your days turns this house into a tomb.
Blaming sadness on a Sunday every Sunday afternoon…

In a church outside the city, rows and rows of empty seats. On your knees,
they won't take you there when you know it's time to leave.

Someday their Lord will take you into his Garden of dark and scented soil,
where the trees grow high above the steel and stone.
And we all lie alone. Alone.

Y la cinta de "Los Bingueros"

When I came over I found you'd packed up all my things.
I thought that was nice cause I'd burned yours in my dreams.
You'd even packed some books I'd given you as gifts…
That was some time ago, but I still remember this:

As I convinced you to keep my stereo I noticed some old LP's just lying on the floor.
Mostly thrift-shop acquisitions that look good on the shelf, but tucked in with that junk
I noticed something else…

I used to think that you would never lie,
that I was that kind of girl but you were not that kind of guy.
I learned more later, but this should have been a sign.
I should have said something but I didn't even try to say:
Just for the record, that record is mine.

Fuck Rock

Hey little boy. Put away that claw. Fuck whoever told you
you could be like your paw. Boy, you even changed your name.
You're ten years older, you're ten years old now.
And if this is just about the winter… well fuck Rock. I'm going home.

Too proud to try

My friend thinks I'm a fool cause I still believe you love me.
I can hear you thinking of me, see you watch me while I sleep.
I can see you watch me sleep.

I know that I confuse you- that is something that I'm used to - when my
Hands stay tied to the square pegs of my mind. I'm no saint. I'm no saint.

But I still mind you, in spite of hardship.
Oh, I wish I were blind or not as proud as to be trying…
But I still mind you, in spite of hardship.
Oh, I wish I were blind or not as proud as to be trying…
.. to show you how I can't care. Because I don't really, don't care about goodbyes. Goodbyes.

Schooling

I learned enough. Please let me go. I just said stop, I don't want to know.
When I think about what you taught me then… I know I don't need to learn
what I learned again.

Cause it kills me, kills me, kills me… to see you act so tough
With your teeth covered in thorns and your eyes drenched in drugs.

There's no one around to understand why I want the last laugh.
And I'm not crying. I'm not crying. I'm not trying. And I'm not trying
to hide the fact. To hide the fact. To hide the fact. The fact

that it

kills me, kills me, kills me… to see you smile so smugly
while you treat me like an old friend and you tear my hope apart.
You don't deserve, you don't deserve this song.

But I'm not crying. I'm not even trying. I'm not crying. And I'm not even trying
to get it back. To get it back. To get it back.

I can't smile. I can't even smile. No, I can't smile.
But I'll have the last laugh. The last laugh. The last laugh. The last laugh.

myriam, la primera

teníamos siete años éramos del mismo tamaño llevabas un lazo en el pelo y aún así te tomaba en serio myriam la primera myriam que conocí no te reías conmigo ni te reías de mí myriam la primera myriam que conocí tenía el pelo tan castaño que parecía gris

flavour of the month

we would ride around in a big old car your clothes smelled like grass and your hair tasted just like lemons you tasted so sour i had to wash you down with gin i had to go home after that so i cleared my breath with mints I'll do it my way i wouldn't do it any other way revenge cause you kissed me and then let me walk away you tasted so sour and i am so bitter

happiness avoids me

little lady love them leave them i don't want to see the way you cry though it's so right to cry so you can't join the boy's club and you can't be just a girl it's all right you'll deal with that tomorrow you had yourself for dinner you had yourself for lunch you had yourself for breakfast do you think you've had enough? in fear of becoming some illiterate shit you curse yourself to the bone you go through the motions and it never really fits but at least you get to live at home you had yourself for dinner you had yourself for lunch you had yourself for breakfast do you think you've had enough?

her iq #2

you said it was mine for the taking and i took my place on the shelf with yr books and yr songs patiently waiting for something to go wrong you said it was mine all the time but you were afraid you were scared of what little girls can do especially handling little people like you i could not wait for you i would not wait on you

the biggest idiot in the world

you wouldn't run to me if i called we spent so many years pretending not to know each other at all we shared our cynicism and our black-hole loneliness you would lie to me on the telephone, and with your arm around my shoulder just for fun I'd be cruel to you I'd stand you up or stare you down just to prove how little i cared i had to prove that i was not the biggest idiot in the world i was not the biggest idiot in the world we joined our empty beds. drink and drove our demons out of their heavy shells danced to decadence in honor of those who hated us but in the morning when i woke i felt a faint glimmer of hope and i cared i felt just like the biggest idiot in the world i was like the biggest idiot in the world i hated me, i hated you and all the stupid things we do to feel smart when we are a pair of the biggest idiots in the world

her iq #1

come to me, or just look at me won't you talk to me? I've got somewhere to go i am dark, like a starless night, but the moon will come if you say my name i can't take a stand i can't walk away i will lie in this grass forever i will dream of our smiles together i will wait 'till the day i die make me please such a happy mess that the knot from my throat to my thigh is the only thing that holds together my pride i can't take a stand. i can't walk away i will lie in this grass forever i will dream of our smiles together i will wait 'till the day i die i will die the day my hope has trickled away and vanished in mourning skies

canción con idioma

toda la vida fingiendo haber hecho esto antes malgastando la sorpresa una y otra vez que la experiencia se quede en un puro lenguaje y nuestro placer no sea más que una absurda ficción (afección) voy a quemar (cerrar) este círculo voy a matar este ser de sal ser de sal

we can't be friends

we can talk about it we can laugh about it we can cry about it alone in bed at night we could be together we could be each other make love in the morning you could make me cry but why oh why am i so pleased with the way things are it's comfortable and kind so we cannot be friends in my dreams I've had you in my life i don't in my heart I'd keep you but on my mind i won't and that's why i know that we cannot be friends i'll end up trapped in lies and breaking all my plans i'd shed the skin of old me and close another door become the type of girl i hate and i don't know what for so no, we cannot be friends anymore

words

if it wasn't serious then it wasn't word to be written if it wasn't serious meant to be anything at all if it can't be obvious somehow why bother say it if he wasn't sure of it why say it all (you don't know what you're saying) bouncing off walls each morning 9 am it won't float in the water

tell noah about the rain

above what is right under what is wrong we took the city with our evol song we climbed up so high I'm afraid to jump I'm afraid to climb i don't like to hide i don't like to lie you could say that i listen to the wrong song you could say that i didn't want to hurt him so i can have this life with a clean conscience i can have so many lives just as long as i keep it to myself you could say that i listen to the wrong song you could say that i didn't want to hurt him so the girls that you visit the places you have sometimes make me jealous sometimes make me mad the places I'm going the people I'll take the girls that will hurt me the men i will break you taught me to feel and i learned how to fake and how art is more grateful when blood is my pain

la historia más triste

visitas tus tumbas abiertas te descalzas y vas cerrando puertas te quiere no juegues con ella si pierdes no te darías ni cuenta son 20 años de reposiciones en la misma casa de tres habitaciones ojos que un día se hunden en su cara una niña buena y una mujer mala es la triste realidad la gente miente no lo puedes evitar dile que entre triste triste tentación deja que piense estupenda posición di que me quieres

x-song

let me take your hand to say goodbye and see if you're cold you might be dead and i wouldn't know in all the years i've known your eyes were never so dry now that we part it seems i didn't hit you hard enough i wish you well though you wish me wrong maybe it's me and my big ideas maybe it's life teaching me the hard way saying if you take what you want girl you could lose all that you've got girl there's no justice for you and i don't give a damn that's the way that i am so what am i to you but a big disappointment and someone you once knew of maybe if i'm lucky i'm someone you once screwed

whiskey

in a bar where they play blues songs i sit waiting for your call writing nonsense on a napkin wondering why it never ends when all i want is to be friends my friend ana wrote a letter she said love had made me beautiful i have smiled and ordered whiskey i have telephoned my lover i don't have to wait his call we don't have to hide at all it is sad and even funny that it all amounts to this drinking whiskey for no reason because i heard it in a song that's what you do when things go wrong I'll have another of the good stuff just to pass away the time 'cause walking home drunk and lonesome was not my plan tonight

Our Walk

I had a story for you but I can't remember it. All this way I have come... I'm so sorry to have woke you up
it must have brought you such bad luck
I should have never come down.

Can't you see how I'm shaking, all our walk across town? And I'm sorry to let you down, but I couldn't handle a frown.
Not when I'm so very tired.
When I'm so very tired.

I thought you'd do me no harm, (with a) baby in your arms. But I can just see you walk around like you'd burn up the town...
but you're just too very tired.
Yes you're just too very tired.

All this shit you've been taking hasn't changed you a bit. Still, I thought you'd be somewhere else and I would be someone else.
But we're both very tired.
Yes we're just too very tired.
We're so very tired.


Finally

Finally, I've met you
In the bedroom. where I can
You forgotten man.... I knew
So many years ago
Are you the boy I tucked in bed last night?
Do I confuse you? I might
How'd you come to think that you could fly?
Who's gonna nurse me while I nurse you?
Have I done all I can do?

I try as hard as I can, vials of poison in my hand
I'd never lie to you... but I have ... all these confessions
I never knew... I'd never done you wrong
If only I'd known


From The Butler Institute Of American Art

You never said goodbye at all
You ended your last letters with I love you's
I drew you brave but you were small
That kiss you gave (was a) sad excuse

I take in half the air over Ohio
And the cardboard smells old
Something was good
Something was right
Something was missing
Something should burn
Something should die
But it's still there sometimes

You never said goodbye at all
You ended your last letters with I Love You's
I drew you brave but you were not
That kiss you gave (was a) bad excuse

I take in half the air over Ohio
And the cardboard smells old
Someone should talk
Someone should learn
Someone should listen
Something should burn
Something should die
But it's still there sometimes

I row across a Japanese watercolor

I waited all day
For some stupid boy to speak out for me
I’ve waited enough
So I head for my boat and I row with my brush
I can’t get enough shades of blue
And I’ve finally made my peace with pink
I’ve made my mind up about you
Considering the colors that you bring to mind

There is light, there are no shadows
Water ought to clear things up
Watercolors hit the spot

In full bloom, in peace and order
The wind is blowing where it ought
Everything is where I want it to be

I daub you with my hopes and dreams
And water down my imperfections
Until I realize wet paper doesn’t mean a thing
It’s as real as any reflection

Look for spaces without time
Look for people without ties
Look for boats that cannot sink
Look for real things in your dreams

Come home

It takes the slightest smile to change my mind
I thought I'd never love one man at a time

Come home - I pray - don't go astray.
Come home to me... Where's home? Where's home?

He gives me sweet hereafter
And I was born to betray
I though I could hold my own till yesterday.

Come home - I pray - don't go astray.
Come home to me... Where's home? Where's home?

Recuerdos

Toda la tarde tirando fotos.
Desde mi ombligo hasta las alturas.
Tus ojos, mi lente, tu espalda, la gente.

Si no hay carrete, no hay recuerdos.
Si no hay carrete, no hay recuerdos.

Lo que no se apunta se olvida.
Si no te convences de que todo fue mentira.
Tus ojos, mi lente, tu espalda, la gente.

Si no hay carrete, no hay recuerdos.
Si no hay carrete, no hay recuerdos.

320

Why are you so spineless to say, so sad to pray?
Too tired to sleep?
How can you get up every day (and)
Lie at the mirror, right to your very own face?

I was lost in my own suspicions and I don't love you anymore
Now I'm back to my old ambitions and I don't want to anymore
How can you say that so flatly? How can you pretend?
All that time you spent, all those wasted precious years you lived

You died, for the 1st time
2 late, 2 try again
3 days is a long time
4 a girl of you age
50 million times a day

Eder, Simone

I keep a bottle in my closet
You should know better by now
It's a lie I could live happily without

You'd best be believing
I won't be deceiving the truth anymore
I pick up crumbs from you
As pieces of my self-esteem are blown away
In the wind we make

I sing my song. You fall asleep
You make me feel like shit
I love you. I love you

I close my eyes when we have sex
I think of someone else instead
(My revenge) I never come
I love you. I love you

You'd best be believing
I won't be deceiving the truth anymore
I pick up crumbs from you
As pieces of my self-esteem are blown away
In the wind we've made
You'd best be believing: I won't be deceiving the truth anymore
Best be believing I won't be deceiving the truth

Mi sitio está aquí

No pongas la cara de niño malo si sabes bien que me tengo que ir. Se me hace tarde y me esperan en casa, algún día de estos me quedo aquí contigo.

¿Por qué tiene que ser así? Si yo sé de sobra lo que me hace feliz.
¿Por qué tiene que ser así? Si sé a quién elijo, si te elijo a ti.

Jugar a dos bandas es mucho trabajo, y lo que me cuesta...
Me duele mentir.
Ya estoy cansada de hacerle daño
Ya estoy cansada de verte sufrir, por mi culpa...

¿ Por qué tiene que ser así? Si yo sé de sobra lo que me hace feliz.
¿Por qué tiene que ser así? Si sé a quién elijo, si te elijo a ti.
¿Por qué tiene que ser así? Si yo sé de sobra lo que me hace feliz.
¿Por qué tiene que ser así? Si sé que mi sitio, mi sitio está aquí.

Fade

You look tired and sad, prettier than you ever have.
You look fine, fine, fine...
You look fine, fine, fine...

Seems to me that you were painted that way
In nasty pinks and pale, pale grays.
You were born to fade
And you do it with such grace.

I took you to the white waves
I pull you to the black earth
You look the same
You were born to fade.
And you do it with such grace

I took you to the white waves
I pull you to the black earth
You look the same
You look fine, fine, fine
You look fine