Maybe it was the hazy Sunday morning bliss or the cicadas screaming their annoying lullaby but I found myself drawn to the woods. Streams of blue and green water and muddy paths that lead me back to sanity every time I come through.
My past has kept me locked in city streets with too many people and too many memories. My present holds a sympathetic and nostalgic view for the things I love but also a craving for something vast and beyond.
As for my future if they ask me today I might just head to the woods and never leave. I’ll become one with the moss on the trees and the mushrooms in the ground. I’ll be the composure for the cicadas and the paint for the sunsets and sunrises.
Tonight we will dream of the right path to the New York life and the city dreams but tomorrow we’ll find the left path holds the cure to the soul in the trees.
I can spend the biggest part of my life In Nashville Tennessee Drinking whiskey Dancing country Feeling the hot American sun in my skin Enjoying the beloved American summertime In Nashville Tennessee Thinking of the good old Johnny I can get old in Nashville Tennessee I won’t care of anything Unless there’s no whiskey left “Yes, another one, neat.” I can go from town to town Through the Volunteer State Say hi to some pals on my way We can also have a beer on the way Tell each other our old stories And all meet together again in Nashville Tennessee I can live this simple life In Nashville Tennessee So get your boots on and come on have a drink honey
He says the cows are laying in the pasture, a sure sign of rain. Cicadas are singing a song so natural, the brief moments of silence ***** my senses. I push off the warm concrete with my bare feet, setting myself in soft motion. Warm wind brushes against the layer of sweat collecting on my face. Across the street, yellow giants tower, swaying a hello, their necks craned to the sun. I feel a velvety snuggle brush against my leg- I watch the porch tiger slink past to retire to the house. I follow. Onto the cold leather sofa I think about childhood- with lemonade, and pool days that drift into pool nights, soaking the energy right out of my bones, leaving me wrinkled and properly exhausted. I close my eyes, I dream of the june bugs, bouncing into one another, bumbling through the tall green grass. They invite me to follow. I do.
In my city Things get the liveliest after dark. A song in itself, with lowered vocals. The kind of song you put on & just drive to. The kind of song you hold your head up to. Whether night or day. In my city The buildings & bridges like to dress up. Coming to life at night. Some smoke cigarettes. Blowing O rings to the clouds. Some wear their necklaces made of light. Draped in gray and beige, pants to match. In my city You can find the everlasting lyrics on just about every corner. A song in itself, with lowered vocals Blared loud a city of rhythm & blues
a big floating rock held by god seen from a big floating rock held by god but on a country evening in tennessee i don't think about astral rocks i think about my lemonade and my beautiful puppy but if i did think about those things i would think about you too because when i think about beautiful things i always think of you
Flower face, always so warmly bathed in the sun of the East Coast, with such soft cheeks and swamp eyes, stagnant and wet with little creatures inside. They're talking to me, saying things about why I love you, or if I even do.
Little flower face, it makes me ache all over, in my muscles and my bones, when I think of your soft petals and long draping stalks.
I wanna pat the sandy earth into place around you on nights like these when I can imagine the warm breeze coming in through your open window despite the cold around me delivering a freeze to **** all the plants and transform this world into something so different from your reality.
I can wipe away tears and wrap my arms around a friend to comfort him when I am saying goodbye to someone I have known since the day I was born but I cannot hide the turmoil so well when I crouch on the bedroom floor packing for him getting ready to live without him.
On November the 6th, I voted against Phil Bredesen. Yesterday, I was pleased to learn that he didn't win. I also voted against Bredesen once before. Back in 2006, when he was Tennessee's Governor. This time he was running to be Tennessee's Senator. I didn't like how he did his job when he was Governor. Now he's licking his wounds because he didn't win. Many of Tennessee's residents voted against Bredesen.