Riding in cars with boys

Momma don't put no gun in my hand
I don't want to end up with these men.

Trips for tattoos

I said I would write you
I didn't know when
I hadn't your address
Or even a pen
But what is more,
I remembered your face
No forgettable feature for me to displace.

Yardsale

I wonder if this blade ran through someone's side
The blood wiped away to hide
How evil the soldier was for' he died
But war can make monsters of us all
I'm sure you'd become one if you were called
And then it would be your blade
Here at this yard sale

The guitar I'm holding is way out of tune
The neck is warped and the saddle is through
I wonder if sweet music ever was played
From the hands of a boy to a girl in the shade
From this rickety ghost of a song
Here at this yard sale

A dollar for anything here on this quilt
A price tag for hands from which all things were built
A blanket of voices speak pleasure in shame
Flowers of plastic and fruit of the same
A basket of nothing at all
Here at this yard sale

So if I had the money I'd buy everything
And cover the whole lot with good gasoline
And burn it for all that I care for the past
And rid mother earth of what never could last
And give her the present of ash
Here at this yard sale

Sunday Funday!

Yesterday a group of us shot the new music video for the band Library Voices.  I haven't had such a eventful day in ages!  I have never seen a more beautiful group of tattooed individuals in my life.  Needless to say, was in heaven for over 6 hours.  During this video I was given a love momentum, ran half naked through the streets of Regina, smashed old television sets in the back yard of the cathedral area, drank with 30 of my closest friends, had secret porch chat with cute boy, was filmed cuddling with cute boy, was offered a job at my favorite place, met terrific people, and ate pineapple and sipped wine until I couldn't see straight.  I can't wait to see the outcome of the video, which will be posted as soon as I get my hands on it!

I am still kicking myself for not waking you.

The night you put out all the stops, the night I stayed up counting sheep, wondering if in the morning you'd change your mind.

I remember knocking once, knocking dozens of times.  You didn't open the door, I sat out on the floor.

Even today I am puzzled :  Everything was fine, you were mine.  We didn't fight, it all felt right, why THAT night?

Oh god, it still means alot to me.

Oh ddddear.

MMM  :

I don't know if I just made the hugest mistake of my life.  I will find out when my migraine subsides and my ears stop ringing.  You've really got a hold on me, that much is true.