it all went down so long ago i thought that i forgot it all but the scar where i once knew her she broke my heart – but she broke, too i was the one ‘picked up the phone she said my name it all came rushing back in a dam-burst out of breath, in… Read More She Broke Too
bitter pain sweet like sugar and faint as starlight reaching out as numberless small like raindrops forgotten if unnoticed and a flood tomorrow reaching out as numberless as luckless placing blame pain sweet like sugar reaching out only ever empty handed bitter ©2011 Pale Yellow Music/ASCAP
Lie down in the yarrow of the field Let yourself be swallowed By waves of deep green And lose the notion that it all might be a dream Upon new grass, become a love supreme An unfortunate soul trying to break through Caught in the power lines of a fortunate few Say a prayer for… Read More New Threnody
there’s a small boy standing on the corner he sheds his coat and dries his eyes; spring makes one feel as if they can fly, but no one here has ever tried. with eyes to the sky he sets his face like a flint and pins his hopes on the rising sun spring makes one… Read More the promise of spring
‘too late for goodnight … i just want to see you ‘hope you don’t wake from the hallway light i just want to hold you but i guess it can wait now you sleep tight ’cause i’m too late for goodnight too late for goodnight so i turn on the t.v. and the cold comfort… Read More too late for goodnight
my eyes are heavy my feet are like stone walking for miles and not a step closer to home. she walks in like a dream we’re alone the moon’s just not helping and I begin stumbling a tumble down Slumber Hill in the dream we are laughing but I know she’s left me a tumble down… Read More Slumber Hill
‘wake to fall in dreams of sorrow- i’m losing time. in a world of no tomorrow love is made to beg and borrow, and i wonder why. ‘winds arise and clouds are forming – sirens wail a distant warning. in a world of no tomorrow, love is made to beg and borrow and i wonder… Read More Storm
more than words can say more than other days we collide and drift away to our worlds of gray does anyone pray for me, St. Valentine – ‘I’ll be yours if you make him mine?’ played the tragic man with a poison pen and pierced the side of Christ again waiting to ascend does anyone… Read More St. Valentine
to every soul on the good earth, hello from every star, cold and remote, hello all your prayers and wishes mean the world … to every soul on the good earth, hello another day has turned its back to me but i’ve the moon to keep me company i have no wings, nor strings to… Read More remote
branches reach the sky but for limbs broken bare as my own, bundled tight, ache from slumber the fallow fields beneath the snow stretch for miles in unforgiving cold and there’s nothing here I remember maybe i left behind nothing to forget with sallow light, the northern sun shines the same on every one of… Read More December
Robert Müller and the Way Home 