Liz Anne

Liz Anne Nov 2012

I've left a little running room
A little space between here and there
Guess I'm always on my way out the door
Never wanted it any other way
Never wondered what happened
I knew the moment I let it all go to waste
Given up, given in, moving on
Or whatever you will
I can't put you back together
It's you who always made me pull apart
Every time one more twist in my arm
I've seen stars go on much longer than I could
Peaceful pleasantries, I have no modest eternity
You don't know that you don't need me
You don't know it'll all be okay
Love and like and listless nights
They all come to pass one day or never
Just the same as all we asked but never gave
I know you wanted to keep your radio just the same
But I learned a few new tunes since the song began
Even if I still sometimes hear our old band

Liz Anne Nov 2012

The Hand that Shook the Cage

Time spent bleeding, bruising, you told me
A breathtaking lie
Sorry honey, I won't take it back now
I'm stubborn, I'm cold, but mostly
I'm far too lost from you
To ever admit I convinced you
Before I've convinced myself
I've done nothing but lie
By shaking the cage and setting you free

Liz Anne Nov 2012

The Wizard

I am angry
But not so lost I haven't seen the way
Out
But here's the catch
Don't you see?
Not living's all that's real to me
But all the same
Here I lack
Something of adventure
And something I don't want back
I'm angry in a little way
I'm not Grace Slick
Or Bob Dylan
All the same
But I'm asking for the one thing
I can't quite claim
Freedom from a single frame
Every time you ask me to stay
I can't help wanting
More than anything
To stray
I'm angry
And I'm foolish
Childish
Running
Wrong
I'm all these things
But lacking the
Commitment
To say which one
I am angry
But I've had years
To prove you
Wrong
"Pay no attention
To man
Behind the curtain"
Just for a moment I'll let you see him
All the same
Here in this **** place
Every f*ing thing the same
Just as godforsaken
As the last ****** frame
That's my state of mind
That's my one man parade
I am
Angry
But just like
Dylan had his placards
And Slick had her rabbit
I've got
A big green head
To keep me
Sane

Liz Anne Nov 2012

The Truth of Violence and Art

There are no --******-- truths I've yet to find

Scraped heels and calloused hands held without shape in a --soundless-- disarray of ravens
Caught in bluebirds' own --murderous--thunderous--cantankerous-- unseen display

Lacking in delivery but --******-- truth all the same.

Liz Anne Oct 2012

Dystrophia

Haven't you seen when the world stops moving?
No sooner had you left than when I closed my eyes and leapt.
I have no pity for you but my own ghostly, living, empathy.
                                                                        Felt the air as it took its vacume exit from the room?
You know little of what makes me my own, I can forgive.
My tongue has touched bitter haste and thanked words gone to waste.
                                                                             Didn't you hear the tedium evaporate into sick silence?
There are no words for what you have yet to smell.
I cannot drive home my own dystrophy to you who has never known it.

Liz Anne Oct 2012

Sine Ira et Studio

At his very best
He can be anything

He can be kind

He can listen to you
And your every waking whim

He can hear it all

He can do her best to come
When every voice does call

He can't follow you

He can't be the only blame
And take your every swing

He can't save you

He can't soften your fall
When you jump from the ledge

He can't be everything and a friend

Learn through all this you earn
Only his heart of stone

Loose translation of title: {"without anger and fondness"}

Liz Anne Oct 2012

Because I Couldn't Write You Letters

Milwaukee never saw me coming
In all my grey-eyed mistakes
But neither did Paris
And I arrived there without
A sense of falling, foolish place

I wish there was gum on my shoe
I'd hoped the Frenchmen would be mean
It's all mixed up, I got it all upside-down
Please don't ever ask the men of Milwaukee
Not all of them can actually sing

He toasted the world's greatest painters
I let him call me his own dying art
City of Light, I'll take my leave
When he didn't find a note I'd like to think
The champagne glass in hand heard him weep

Bearskin rugs and wide-brimmed hats
I never gave my head, the time of day to ask
Sorry I can't take it back, whatever you see in me
I'm afraid I can't say another word
Or you'll see I'm inevitably green