defi2009–present |
belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
4 April 1997
"What are you looking at?"
I ask as you stare madly out the window.
"Oh, just my suffering." you placidly reply.
"Oh. That is too bad.
Is it great?" I carefully inquire.
"Great? Greater than the stone wall around China.
Longer than two Russian railroad tracks.
More destitute than three Saharan deserts.
Wider than the four corners of the earth."
you answer
as if my arms were not big enough
to reach around and pick up the whole world
and softly slide it into my heart.
Copyright © 1997 Charles Fry
forgotten memories of being burned at the stake sweet dreams sharing hand-in-hand the stranger hidden courtyards holding You princess happy day loneliness fragile, handle with care my small trip to the cement factory dedication this record is for You the day that I cried Last night I woke up under my bed. my silver Dancing shoes Man my heart tears. the three things strait jackeght like you abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz Fire cooks me Princess Alexandra: A Little Story cats up cat twice sweet rain water little children my heart How blind I am in wooden glasses. I know she's crying cause it stains her voice, Dear Family, I pound at my heart We run away from the ice cream truck purple sunset J. Elephant so i walk up to you with this the Soul queen so, you say that i do not speak window dear sweet old Ordinary i am a Harp