20 January 2009

NEW SONG. WE HAVEN'T PERFORMED IT YET.

LATE BLOOMER

A fissure formed and when it grew
The atmosphere gained molten spew
Billions of years and then there's you
With ashen hair and fiery moods

When we grew by a riverbank
Our roots entangled cold and dank
They chopped us down and lit a fire
Our smoke encircled from the pyre

In every life there's always you
I am the hill you are the view
When overseas you guide me back
When you're a train I am the track.

5 comments:

DanielSahn said...

Emerson would be proud!

Hallie said...

i want to hear this...

evan chase said...

This is nice. Like the ashen hair----reminiscent of Sylvia Plath.

DrPanda97 said...

When will this song possibly grace my ears?

Vinnie P said...

your work has been significantly therapeutic for me...I really hope I can see you play in NYC Feb 13th. I hope the new year has been good and please say hello to Bradford, as well as Dave and Noah from ac. Once again..your music is phenomenal..

Love & Peace
-VP