#townesvanzandt
I have a son
not too far south
of me, close enough
to jump in my car
and go speak of my love
but I won't put a bit
in his mouth or saddle
him with my troubles
We could cut our palms
open with sharp knives
and be blood brothers
the rest of our lives
and I could find another
woman in the mountains
instead of staying here
with his mother he loves
while he swims his own
sea of life without me
instead I drive long drives
and count the keys
on the black piano
of the highways at night
passing beautiful women
who wave and smile back
but I'm only dreaming
keeping night watch
over my bed, I dream
about old songs that sing
back to me like one
by Townes Van Zandt
about going down to see
a woman named Kathleen.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
When she came, she came to leave.
I did not wait for time to grieve;
And when she asked for my memory,
So that in her mind, I’d always be
A part of her, and her for mine;
And though it worked for quite some time,
Yesterday she vanished from my mind.
My promise lost I said goodbye,
To a face that made me cry.
For her, I said there was no way
To ever arrive at this sad day;
But when I did, I did not mind
Because stars were born just for their shine;
But as with most their light still dies,
Until all we have is what’s left behind.
To think where fine life once was kissed
Now was cold and was not missed –
But was her life the thing that shined?
Or just a thing that lived to die?
There was no answer I could find,
Except that love had left my mind.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC