an old a cappella demo i made for a song called “fasted way,” been writing this song for years, it’s out there somewhere, always eluding me somehow.
My dummy, Charlie, meets one of his longtime heros (special thanks to the awesome Emily Sigal for taking pic and for joining me that extremely surreal night)
I’m sorry, but don’t I know you from somewhere
Aren’t you that pretty little sweet little girl who used to dance
At Mrs. Arlington’s parties, you’d glide into the room
Like some wingless angel on vacation from the moon
And you would take us from there and you would bring us to where
We’d feel like angels too
But it can’t be you
Cause didn’t I read that you lost your way by the water
You went with some gentleman for some stroll
And you were ever seen or heard from again
And didn’t I hear
That nobody knows what really went on
Only the water and only the rocks in the water
Know where you’ve gone
I’m moving through the black
Is tearing through my mind
I need to find a way
To leave myself behind
The cliff has got a face
The canyon is alive
It’s calling out my name
It’s begging for my life
I climb onto the rocks
She’s there to help me up
Her eyes are wild with death and desire
And her skin is cold to my touch
Her hair’s a crown of reeds
Her lips are blue as the sky and the sea
And this is what she speaks to me
I didn’t bring you to this haunted river
But I ain’t never gonna let you leave
I didn’t bring you to this haunted river
But I ain’t never gonna let you leave
Breathe, breathe
But don’t take in more than you need
Breathe, breathe
Cause the river’s belly’s swelling and it’s ready to feed
