charley-lionhart
born in texas living a life of discontented normalcy for far too long. moved to los angeles to taste the world's dirt and requited love for all things unique, creative and destitutely lovely. learning to experience MOMENTS and love the loss of time. for i realized that time is an unending resource. adventure with me to through this confusing, timeless, gritty land that teaches new things daily.
i wrote you a letter
embarrassed the sender
kept it in my home
that's because it held secrets
the ones that i'll keep in
the ones that keep me alone
you see they'd push you away
just like they knocked you right outta my head
they'd push you away
they'd leave someone ******
and leave someone's heart dead
now back to that letter
frankenstein's letter
filling my fingers with dirt
leaving destruction
fake life with no function
opaque mute unclear and not curt
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 2:24 PM UTC
they want to talk like home is a remembrance for the future
snapping songs through eyes like they're real
when their boots know they'll sleep unkindly
as whiskey just drinks
and we don't
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 1:01 PM UTC
i want to talk about pain and confusion and heartache, you know the kind where it sinks and even hurts in your stomach, and i want to talk about dropping bombs and all these songs that keep my boots on. (the heavy kind of boots) i want to talk about icky thump and neutral milk hotel and m.ward, rediscovery, warped vinyls like bowls, useless bowls. i want to talk about how any strength of feeling was stolen from me, and i want to create without fear. i want to let go i want a picnic and i want to day dream about listening to music while laying and wasting summer days to come and the subsequent nights that will burn my brain with memories and thoughts like my tattered quilt.
i want to, but i don't
i want to but it would just be white noise
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 4:08 PM UTC
he said i'm an angel,
or maybe a queen
as he watched me sleep
after he shattered my dream
snap snap snap
"i only use a fast shudder speed"
he once told me
"i only shoot at night"
"i only open my eyes in the dark"
"i only drink whiskey"
"i only sing sad songs"
why?
"well, because i have a broken heart"
Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 5:20 PM UTC
you were a peace offering
hope for a future
not the future (i devastated)
but the deja'vu i grasped at
jointly confused and at wits over you through
innuendo consumed conversation.
you were hope,
living, breathing, colorful hope
now--
i have to watch you die
Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 5:06 PM UTC
i feel like a snake, that has just shed it's skin
new
vulnerable
and as if i've shed something tangible...
probably some inhibition
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
i get word in convenience
only sometimes...
not usually
remembered
because quickly warmth is forgotten
leaving the amity flawed
still there are the pictures captured in whispers
smiles and smirks
but not observed
i notice it's when obvious
only when most eyes are closed
only when predicted and convenient
only when best noted, by none
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
so sing me a song
pick up that guitar
and tiny harmonica
turn on the ***** and whistle along
we'll act like we're great,
*** when we're together, we're great,
sing me the song of our lives
(i am home
goodnight, brother,
i am home)
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 5:38 PM UTC
we dance with spoons and spatulas
forks and whisks and tongs
we use then for their real purpose,
because we know what they're really for...
unnecessarily profane songs
that's why they're in our kitchen
that's why they're in our hands
right where they belong
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 5:35 PM UTC
put on your disguise
smile like there is no wrong
with breaking heart chords
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 5:31 PM UTC