You're Not Feeling Right

Sit out in the sun and pick out a good book
Let the sunshine into your skin
Sip on cold lemonade
And reflect on the day
Thoughts of the girl, thoughts of the new life and thoughts of certain loss
You want the book's text to be audible words,
Coming from the one who matters
Whispering in your ear
"It's humid baby, I think it's going to rain
Grab your navy blue umbrella and let's run away
To fresh covers and warm tea
I'll hold you softly (sweetly)
And mend your heart with 3 words...
'Let's go home'
I'll fly us there on newly received wings"
But like her wings
This thought is made of paper
And that doesn't fucking hold up.

Mother, Water, Mother Water

I remember the coldest summer of my life
Was in 1992
The trees were hunched all across the river's edge
To hear what was new
So that old girl, she sang a song of glory that trickled softly through her throat
And that old girl sang throughout the night to the deer and the toads
But then one day a mean old man had set foot in the woods
He raised his hand and pointed at our mother nature and yelled at the top of lungs
"Burn it all, I want ashes to fall to the ground and float through the earth's sky"
Children of wood and families of grass had all fled towards the river
But her body was confined to the mud and rocks below
So she sang to ease our pain as men and technology killed melodies.

Make Love

Oh there's a handsome little oak
Who's branches make me flutter
I think of him all the time
Because after my mother died
He said "Oh friend don't you worry your pretty little leaves,
She's been chopped at for the last time,
Her skin will live on
And keep people warm and our hearts with fill with love"
Since then I've shook with the wind and hoped
My gentle dance would receive his firm good looks
But he only stood still and grew old
So I cried.

The Battle of the Clouds and the Minerals (Love Song for Betsy Sue)

You were the wind who shook the flowers
Their roots planted firmly as one with the soil
You made thoughts turn from moons to suns

Oh my dear
The branches have snapped
The water splashed by the rocks being thrown
By the boys you sent

So I play your face like a projection
Against the grass
Only it's too bright out
So all your best features are left out

So cheer up baby darling
Lift your head towards the sky
Let the lady lake sing "oh me oh my"
We'll make it all better
Don't you ever worry.

A Hushed Breeze Falls Upon Our Forest

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