Dancers Want To Be Models

THE DANCERS WANT TO BE MODELS
Your voice is a blur
But I hear every word you speak
And then it occurs
You’re the reason my heart is weak
I could smell your perfume
It lingered when you left the room
I didn’t know where you went
You’re different since the accident
The dancers want to be models
The models want to be actresses
Actresses want to be singers
And I want to stay home
Somebody mentioned your name
I felt as if it was a game
They saw you walk in the rain
Drinking from a bottle of pink Champagne
The dancers want to be model
The models want to be actresses
Actresses want to be singers
And I want to stay home

Performance in November

I'll be playing at the Delmar Farmers Market on Saturday, November 24, from 9-11:00. I'm not a morning person, but it should be fun. I'll be playing my own songs, plus I'm working up some covers of The Cure, The Smiths, The Psy Furs, The Clientele, and Dubstar.

Who's Afraid of Sasha Grey

WHO’S AFRAID OF SASHA GREY?
Cupcake muffin candy cat food
Nurses needles and strong arms
Uniformed Candy Stripers
With their orthopedic charms
A submissive is the boss of you
The slaves are put in charge
One look from her will stop your heart
As she suffers for her art
Who’s afraid of Sasha Grey?
Don’t make it too complex to follow
Plausibility is key
If the plot’s too hard to swallow
We’re unconvinced by what we see
For most of us the choices stick
Some of us escape
We live inside the thick of it
They just walk away
Who’s afraid of Sasha Grey?

IRL

IRL
It took months to meet IRL
You’re sitting in the dark, beautiful
Not even looking for me, is that cynical?
Flash a smile and look away, is that typical?
Am I just a page from your social media?
Is this just a stage of social Schizophrenia?
A textrovert without her thumbs becomes less a comedienne
Have expectations come undone from social tedium?
There will be no you and me, I can tell
No messages to read speak of spell
No room for hope Heartbreak Hotel
Delete from history my URL
Am I just a page from your social media?
Is this just a stage of social Schizophrenia?
A textrovert without her thumbs becomes less a comedienne
Have expectations come undone from social tedium?

The Girl With Blue Hair

THE GIRL WITH BLUE HAIR
That’s my reoccurring dream
It’s an endless nightmare
A gothic Myspace beauty queen
I’ve got jpegs somewhere
I regret I’m at a loss
All this effort wasted
She’s preserved in semigloss
I’m annihilated
You got my number But you never text it
It’s almost summer
Time we just forget it
Some obsession with the past
I can’t quite remember
Messages behind the glass
But who is the sender?
My anxiety’s unclear
About the girl with blue hair
You’re my reoccurring dream
It’s an endless nightmare
You got my number But you never text it
It’s almost September
Time we just forget it

I Break

I BREAK
Don’t hurt me
At least not intentionally
I break too easily
I’m good when things go as they should
But when they fail, the end of the fairytale
I’m falling
This is what I hoped it would be
No stalling
It’s full speed ahead for me
When in doubt I know we’ll figure out what’s best for us
We’ll always have that trust
I’m waiting
It will happen eventually
You’ll be crying
You won’t talk or even look at me
Many thanks but I’ll fill in the blanks with memories
They’ll make good company

Are You Unreal?

ARE YOU UNREAL?
Are you unreal You are unreal
The deal that broke between us
Makes me feel
You’re rare and valuable
Peerless and admirable
I can’t afford you I’ve no exchange value
Spinning down
I can’t tell you
I’ve begun the downward spiral
There’s no revival
She’s hot and cool
What was I thinking
There’s no future
When the sun is sinking
You’re rare and valuable
A koan or parable
You’re all concealment from my point of view
My grip is slipping
No way of stopping
Who am I kidding
She was only window shopping
You’re rare and valuable
 Incomparable
You’re my exclusive and the most elusive