Through the year I've called you in and out of my orbit
You and your madness
The satellite that's constelates my world
Mimicking the inner chaos that i've disowned
L.A., I'm pathetic, but so are you, can I come home now?
Daughter to no one, table for one
Daughter to no one, table for one
Back home to the Tudor house that borned a thousand murder plots
Hancock Park, it's treated me very badly and I'm resentful
The witch on the corner, the neighbor nobody wanted
Through the year I've called you in and out of my orbit
You, in your madness
The satellite that's constellating my world
Mimicking the inner chaos that i've disowned
You, in your madness
The satellite that's constellating my world
Mimicking the inner chaos that i've disowned
letting me be who i would have beenif everything had turned out alright3 alternative endingsnow course through my blood on iceBut I thrive because I say I doand because it's what I write
now everything I have is perfectnothing much to do[Stanza 11]just perfect floralsgreen embroidered chairsone dress to choose
Soul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood to San Pedro
My life is my poetry, my love making is my legacy!
it's times like this that the marine layer liftsoff the sea on the dock with out candle litthat i think to myselfthere are things you still don't know about melike sometimes i'm afraid my sadness is too bigand that one day you might have to help me handle it
Cause i have faith in man as strange as that seems
in times like these
and it's not just because of the warmth i've found in your
brown eyes
It's because i believe in the goodness in me
that it's firm enough to plant a flag in
or a
rosebud
or to build a new life.
in times like these
and it's not just because of the warmth i've found in your
brown eyes
It's because i believe in the goodness in me
that it's firm enough to plant a flag in
or a
rosebud
or to build a new life.
I was once in love with my life here,
In that studio apartment with you
Little yellow flowers on the tops of trees as our only view,
Out of the only window
All this circumnavigating the earth,
Was to get back to my life
Six trips to the moon for my poetry to arise
I’m not a captain,
I’m not a pilot
I write!
I write
Was to get back to my life
Six trips to the moon for my poetry to arise
I’m not a captain,
I’m not a pilot
I write!
I write
So I told her “Maybe an artist has to function a little bit above themselves,
If they really want to transmit some heaven”
If they really want to transmit some heaven”
..
"Oh - and Jim died at 27
So find another frame of reference
When you’re referencing heaven"
So find another frame of reference
When you’re referencing heaven"
just a girl in love dreaming on paper
rearranging the salt for the pepper
now everything I have is perfectnothing much to do[Stanza 11]just perfect floralsgreen embroidered chairsone dress to choose
I was born with a little bit of paradise
I was lucky in that way
Not like my husband
Who was born and raised in hell
I always had something gentle to give
Would standing in front of Mount Rushmore feel like the Great American homecoming I never had?
Would the magnitude of the scale of the sculptures take the place
of the warm embrace I've never got
Or should I just be here now
Bare feet on linoleum
Slicing vegetables onto water that I will later turn
into stew
People love my stories
People love visions
Would standing in front of Mount Rushmore feel like the Great American homecoming I never had?
Would the magnitude of the scale of the sculptures take the place
of the warm embrace I've never got
Or should I just be here now
Bare feet on linoleum
Slicing vegetables onto water that I will later turn
into stew
People love my stories
People love visions