Moving In You, Moving In Me by The District

magpie

i lay in your arms  like a tree,
choosing

one over two strong roads. i sway (completed,
like a stone, a lonely stone),

unpolished

in the grass. i wonder
if you see me,

if you acknowledge    i exist
by

placing your faith in my wings
while

i extend
the very fabric
of the vortex
of this life,

holding it out before me. i chase you,

(having never met).
you are the dream,
the tree,

the goal.
i fly to you,    relentlessly.

Autumn Sweater by Yo La Tengo

aholic

i buy my boots,  i buy them well. standing
in the checkout line

i feel your empty gaze, your spirit quenched,
the

sighting

of a brand new leather pair     and i
buy them too much.

i cannot stop.
you pair them with a gauze wrapping, a cold aura.

i stand   (lonesome)    in my shoes,
sweating as if in a sauna,

looking at you back. i wonder
how much it cost to buy your affection.
i

need it for myself....

I See Love by Third Day

cadillac

love (unending)   that is
all i want.

my skirt
flies up in the wind
outside

the two church doors

and i see you.  sun shines.
i feel

not myself, like
i am living in somebody else's clothes.
your grief, it fits me

like a glove.
i open up to the wild bobbing clouds
and

i talk back.
this is what it want. and
here

(i go)...

Fade Into You by Mazzy Star

avatar

watching - purple lights flicker on the horizon - i wait
for you to come.

it takes long.

this is home, violet melody, brilliant fake - running
in between.

i put on a face - a smile
that brings you lanterns - raised like lightning bugs

on a fence, i run.

you will be here soon.

i pretend - i know - what i am doing - crying on the porch,
fake blue blood running

down like tears. it is the night, and i
wait for you to come.

I'd Give You The Moon by Jake Coco

salado

i (call myself all these things, not believing).

there is
paint
on all the walls,

coming down, peeling off.
i (have myself all these flaws, little flies

beckoning) madness.
i

call myself a fraud...
with my brush in hand
i open (heart)

my own self, calling fate.
it will

help me sell my soul.
i paint it

all the time...

True by The Frames

exodus

i wrap    them up in little plastic bags,

tuck

them in my car,

these millions.  one thousand brushes,

one hundred thousand jars.

i keep them.

i screw the lids on tight

and get down on my knees  and beg (for God)

to find them,

all these little treasures, these paintings

i paint

for you.

i wrap them up in bags.

Black Milk by Massive Attack

eight limbs

when i hear (your song), i fade
like

lights   over the poles, the auroras   hum
and  i become (less) than before,
less even

than myself, and i sink down low,
praying
to the rhythm of the sea. i can hear it roar.

in the middle of the night
(our music plays).
in the middle of the polar dark

i can see. i see your
shocking cold lumens  glowing hard
and i know that

we are through,
that the demon    lights all come alive
and  shine

like an octopus
waging war    against his heart.

(i can)  hear it fade.

Goodbye Kiss by Grace Potter & The Nocturnals

click click boom

autumn rain and trees   and falling stars   /   i go to take a bath
and can't get clean,

but you  (there's always you, the passing chance)

as i take from
the full    coffers       i deplete

my own supply of oxygen

and come undone.     /   i go to wipe my eyes
   but

(somehow)  it's too late.

Half Hearted Apology by Dean Fields

ultraviolet and sage

cleansing  myself of you, i take my  /   time.   

i bow    /     slowly    down

to the ground.

with face  against concrete       /        i extend

one pallid arm   (stretched out raw   in summer air)

and

i push back the woes

               that keep me in this place.

i find ways 

to lay threadbare those thorns of necessity 

that leave me dangerously deprived.

i scorch and burn      /   in the sun   

and  i no longer care.

you

become

like a sunburn....

Winter by Joshua Radin

parochial

redundant  words
( i   am  

the wrong way, twisted
backwards

like a necklace   on some neck, chain
in front.

you

make a wish.
this is the dream,  to find
gold

at the bottom

of this rainbow) and the glitzy
trance

that we desire
is

all gone.
this is the target,
and

the noose.

These Mistakes by Chris Trapper

sorbet

floating
by way of the sea, i drive

myself
to the brink   of disaster,

flirting

with the idea
of successful dreams, (of happy things).

holding
seven mockingbird eggs

inside
my forlorn little pocket,

feeling

so mockingbird blue...
i continue

to drive
long after   there is any road.
i saw it all,

before it happened.
i

loved you...

So Beautiful by Pete Murray

angst

held up  (i wrap
ice cream cones  in tape) praying

i'll hold on

long enough to see them melt.

i take  you    riding in the car (august light
playing

on the shields  (i hide you
in

my arms,

falling fast like rain) and closing in,
roads fast
and pavements   hot

(greeted)   by eloquent  tastings
i glue

my car together and we go.
we go far.

i
hold my heart, so delicately,
while your

ice cream  cones
melt    together...  )

Or Something by Speechwriters LLC

flesh wound

surrender? no.   i go

until
i quake   with loneliness,

with this golden desire
for you.

i keep  this idea
of you
locked up   like a rocket

in a locket
    at my neck

and

i keep holding on,    chasing after you.

clasping your little heart
upon its   chain
i tug    and tug  until

it breaks,
   red lines    scored in  to my neck,

but

always fighting
for the brightness,  for the winner,    for

you.

She Led Me Home by The District

siberia

you may   as well be gone,
here

how much i missed you

and
didn't even know

how high  the roaming world  (the frozen sea, the calm mother earth)
rising wild

inside

the lonesome   badlands, taking
trips
alone

into the sea.
you

come back (tell me  you'll come back)
and  find
 a way   to be,

climbing    (high)  with me
to something else,

something

we   have never seen...
it

(may as well) be me...

1BR/1BAA by Vienna Teng

mouth/brain

there seems  (to be) a mild  
     dis.connect

between my fingers
and

my brain, all.8 of them,
shoving

food in   madly

while i pretend    not.to.see.you...

my three    hearts
protect themselves

in ways    

you    could.not   decipher   (if your blue-blooded life depended on it),
which

it does. i
scuttle   wildly  
across the holcomb  floor,

sweeping ocean.blur.fear.  and   bio
luminescence

into a range
of predictions,

un.connected  (how-ever-so-far) from reality.

Duet by Rachel Yamagata

narwhal

busted balloons    and unicorns
on

the floor,
i play   pretty little pony
until

my toes start to bleed.
i wonder

if you (exist)

at all,  if
i will ever find

someone

as magical as you

and
if
you'll   descend
into the depths

of  my    violet world
like

meteorites,    or shale.
perhaps

 you'll    simply swim    away...
while

i    sit
on my empty floor,  and play.

This Is That New Song by Badly Drawn Boy

stitches

(hanging on by threads)   i hear
your heart,

see   it there   ripped open
like

a missing limb

or somebody's stitches, an  open (hardened) wound
just oozing
with things    (best forgotten)

and
  i planned, but
i planned wrong.

everything   comes undone,

and
i cry  (on the couch) holding you
with

your old  paws  (curled up) inside my hands,
i

love you.  and
it all

keeps coming    apart...

Snow Song by The District

mocha

you    are the chair
in

the deserted  store, passing by
on

the street (my feet   waver
between  concrete canopies  and those
iron awnings).
i wait with

 peevish windows
staring (angry back    at me),  holding   signs

(i am    for sale) and

you
are not mine  (just) yet / but

someday.

you are  the quest that
i   call    home.

Hey Ya by Obadiah Parker

abdi

holding on (flat  on floors
i have not swept

and weeping   i fall down) but
after all

i find

that it's okay, all this    circumstance
we

have between us,
it's all right.

coming back  (i light up   like
the sky/faded blue /jeans

and

fly back down

to you,   wings   freezing time.  like this.

Won't Let You Go by Shannon Noll

fragile

in the beginning
i

remember you,  your belly swelled up
like a bowl
and

it was christmas.  i loved you
(even then)

and i remember
holding you up
in the lonesome air

as it whistled around you, merrier   than me
while   strings of lights

blurred

out of focus
in the background. and

(now),

in the foreground,
i

see a continuation of     the blur,
of

the bokeh. i love   you
even more (today)   i
hope you know.

you  are (forever) my
sweet, inflated   christmas,

floating off    like a balloon.

Pitter Pat by Erin McCarley

jump

sliding down (i hear the momentum   coming
like a train)

the fire breaks; streetlights    turning on

and

i am in   pre-war china, hoping
for you,
    brightly    out of luck
(tanking)

i run

out    to the middle of the street . to lay down
in front    of something,

flat   as a steamroller
but

still dreaming  (i still burn,
flickering
          like embers on   a box-car
             full of flames)...

To Make You Feel My Love by Jon Peter Lewis

bout

today is the day.suddenly
like

a beast  (it is upon me,)
the

top all gooey marshmallow fluff.the
dreams

i had
when.i was older   (now)

the crackled  graham.cracker
bottom,

unfolding

gradually (and caving in.the world
sinks upon itself),

ghostly cravings
on

the floor, i wait for you.

i miss you already.and
like a  s'more

i find out (good things)
with

the bad...

Keep Me Hanging On by Anders Parker

leica

running barefoot (through my birthdays)  i
remember

certain things,
like

granny sitting (on the foot)
of

my bed   in the dark, holding
one

little cupcake

in her gnarly  little hands.my

bed seemed bigger (back then) now
full    of nothing/substance
like  fondant  or

something   sweeter.
that's all

there is, a
picture

of us.

Sweet And Low by Augustana

swing

opening faucets. learn to breathe (i melt)
in

this hot summer heat. with yours.
i

figure out. the delicate maze
that
creeps. beside me. like the mercury

of
 thermometers.
i

crave the water. i
want to turn

(it) on...

Reason Why by Rachael Yamagata

logic

i must be  (yours)
swinging

madly,idle

longing   for something
(not here).

i

hold on   longer  (than before), wrapping
my

little fingers  in between the chains.
if

i could

(i would) buy back time,
making

arcs   of love
like light.floating   through  the trees
and

i would bend the fabric
of

my trajectory
into

something more like hope...
it

must be mine.

Passenger Seat by Death Cab For Cutie

holga

rain.swept cloud   up
holding.on

tight      i.love.this.
feeling

you.

me. car. go.    with
cumulus
busted rays    above the sky.pouring

out

on us. this golden nucleus

core.  us.drenched...
we love.

Star Star (Live) by The Frames

star trails

i awake (in a cloud of dust),
hating

the nebular state
in

which i exist,
(currently),

looking around

at the wild cresting tails of
those bright lights
(the ones

that seem to soar    about me,
some

how out of reach) and i

(how i need you), how
i

long for some neon star-colored day
when

i can run (and i can fly) and i can
play

in someone else's big backyard,
just waiting

for the sky-crunching thrill
of
shining

(thus)   for you.

Red Chord by The Frames

hatch

if i   were a mockingbird,
i

would be afraid of this,
this

owl

placed sideways
like

the beaten tracks of   hatchlings
in
the hazy bushes,

midnight (ca)hoots
raging wild

all around
them.

the red wall turns.
if

i were a   tree, i
would

be afraid
of this,  too,

that

unperturbed by my batted eyes
you

would
willingly

choose another tree

to hide your face, and
keep your wings...

Little Stranger by Peter Bradley Adams

the sw(eet)

seraphim climbing  (soaring) around
my head

clambor(ing)
through

my brain
ringing bells

and
bouncing off ceilings
like

walls of a cathedral...
your

voice echoes

through my toes. i
can

feel it

in concrete vibrations,

in age old granite (magic sparkles)
inside veins
beneath

my feet,
and

i miss you.
i still think about  lights, in this image (i have)
of

you...

Clean Getaway by Maria Taylor

eiffel tired

i go    through emotions
like

a pile of clothes   on the floor.
the closet broke,
the

wooden pole  split
in half

from the weight  (it
couldn't

hold on

any longer) and  so i wade
through

deadly pieces,
sleeves and shoulders on the floor

beside my knees

and
they all blur together.
so

many colors, so many folds.
i

build my world
around

the buttons
and

i try

to hold it    (all)   together...

Longer I Run by Peter Bradley Adams

erudite

following up   on this:
(the final chapter)

leaves me breathless,
hair spiked,

clothes undone.
i

run   and i run    and i run
just

to follow after him,
and

follow after you

on
a foolhardy journey towards the moon.
we

go three times,
come home

and

i take off my wedding clothes,
disappointed in you.
i'm

disappointed in myself.
it's the story after

story

of the sorry man

in the moon....

Crazy For You (Live) by Adele

momentary

time lapse (briefly) and
i

am running out on you,
jaded

and determined
to self-destruct

in

every way i can... cobalt
rompers

on the floor

and
mounds of shoes   on shelves
and

scarves   like lost daylight
in the trees

it is

everything (i never wanted) to
be.

i throw my coldest shoulder
to

the watch
by the clock  

and miss you, one
tired old second

(second)   at a time...

Acoustic #3 by The Goo Goo Dolls

born

i play hearts (three of them,
face down

on

the table, holding on, hands full).
numbers   count

and

rocket toward the sky
as

i leap
over billboards and billiards.
i

find the hand i hold
to

be too much   for you,
and

i win, gradually,
taking time

to  take it down

and
make my millions.
i keep trying,

after all the cards have been taken.
i

place all my bets on  you...

Get Through by Mark Joseph

solo

i hang up the gauze
to fall

all around you,
shades of gray    (at your fingertips),

spinning

under  velvet curtains  and
pink feathers,

which i cut into pieces.
i

cut them all into pieces,
cut

myself into pieces,
fall down

between the shards  (and make believe)
i'm

better than i am. with
outstretched arms

i feel un-human  and (special but

not in a good way), and i hum along
but
the real tune

of the bird song     escapes me.
i

hang up the wall,
praying

no-body will notice...

Samson by Regina Spektor

terrycloth

holding on to
non slip

buckets

i wash the floors, a
cinderella

reincarnate

and
i watch you    try to fly.
in

a cage  (you are a bird)
mocking me,

trying not to cry,
being

a girl   and

i look in the mirror.
even

with the fake red lips (i)
can't forget you,

the boy who broke my heart,
the

boy who clipped my wings. i
keep cleaning.

Red Right Ankle by The Decemberists

is this art?

on a walking tour of tulsa
i

surrender to the whim
of

gaudi

and keep   my ayn rand book
in
my pocket, where it belongs.

this art deco world
is

built around me
like

a leaning deck of cards, and
i like it.

i like
the big pink chair
and

the pieces of car
on

the walls.
i

like the metal sheet rock
and

the ways
you have
for

remembering me.
i surrender to it,   to
the broken smell  of paint,
and i

keep on walking.

November by Azure Ray

hotter

three days without rain . i
wish

for you, talk to you,
close

the door on you / and dream...
everything

in the sky, held back by clouds,
drops

down

one by one / in pieces,
locking keys

and holding on beside

hot smoke
on the pavement, i
burn.

i miss you.

Revelate by The Frames

wildflower

i leave church
with

my hands
still twisted into steeples, clutching

 the sweaty/faded little
weeds you

brought to me,

(face)

upturned, with those sleepy eyes
crying

and fish
falling down your cheeks
like tears.

joy, this time, right?
pure

joy, uninhibited, raised
high

like the pitch black embers
on

the ceiling
of this place,

twisted roots    stretching
up sweetly in my hands...
and

just like that, i leave (with my flowers),
taking

all the pretty petals / and none

of the dirt.

Light Year by Gregory Alan Isakov

incept

i let this little light
shine

in the dark,
in

lonely theaters
in

the night, on your

way home, alone.i
let it shine.

i keep it in(my eyes) the
spirited lines

and

they play out across
my forehead

like a script or
like a scene

in
a film(and)
i am here.i

let it shine
all night...

Career Day by The Format

mockingbird blue

taken aback, i
take out

the background, stitching circles
around

you

as i try to see (the way you do), all
googly-eyed.

it's a bird thing. i
keep my

eyes

on you, wild-hearted pygmalions
running around

with

out-of-focus dreams
and

i try to keep them tame,
keep them

whole.
it takes me back.
three

baby bird eggs
in a nest, and

all i see is you...

Giving Me Wings by The Frames

feathers

i traipse   through the wind
like

a bird, and settle
on

your nest.
i find it, and

all the little eggs,
dark shells

like freckles

and  tiffany blue flecks
like

tiny little marbles.

from (the way you stare), it
appears i've

landed

just in time.
the wings flutter    as

i drop like superman      out of the sky,
and

realize
that time is
just

a bag of eggs,
soft and lonely,
in

a tree...

Cry On Demand by Ryan Adams

places

how long (have you waited
for me,

while your hair
grows longer

while

this thing grows stronger, while we
grow like weeds

and further-more
while

someone sings)...
i see you

in the forest, in
the distance,
in

the light,

(calling me   to you).
that's

how long
i will wait.

for you?

Won't Back Down by Matt Kearney

treed

deep nights come  (and)
the

backwards  whirling
will commence,

as soon as you  get back.
i hear them

with my ears off.
i

cut them down
like

daisies, spinning around
madly

in a blank canvas sea
of faces,

van gogh - isms

on the wall.
i paint them red.
in

the dark      i can hear them
swirling,

basking in the mad delirium
i

offer up to the trees
with

a single squeeze   of
      the trigger.

it's a water hose, in my hand,
and   i hold it up to the sky   as

i ask God (to let the
migration)

commence.

Zombie by Jay Brannan

barn doors

red glass jar    //   bells surround us
caught up

in beaches    //   shirts undone, tuxedos
on the floor,  i hear

morning.

two verses later   //   gates open, and
there you are, like six pages

in a magazine   //  unfolded, just
waiting

for me.
white glass cups    \\   and two gold rings
on

my finger    \\   it is you. (you're the one).
ocean

back to ocean   \\   i keep waiting
for you.

you come, blue lights flashing   \\    and i know.

(at last).
you're the one.

Outloud by Dispatch

dublin

standing (unknown) on your shoulders
i

go to face the challenge
of the sea.

i fly up (with the power)
of its wake,
floundering

like a ragged bust   of athena
out

here, on the front of the boat,
holding on and climbing

evermore

up to the crest, trying to save
(someone else) from

the godlike power
of its beat, from

the charming, churning swirl

of ocean

as it stands, all alone,
against the

shoulders of the world.
i try

to save you      from the sea...

Under My Skin by Peter Bradley Adams

nullah

letting go, i watch you
crawl

under my skin, facing time

like   it's made of steel,
spinning

smoke lines down
like snakes

and

i feel the shrouds of   your skin curl
around

my neck, like

birds with fingers     and
i wish you

hadn't come.
it gets hot out    here
in the summer.

i hold

your reptilian gaze
scaly, slow,    i hold it down          

and

i
listen

to the steady sound   of
your

hissing laugh,   like a heat lamp...

Walkaways by Counting Crows

rime

i think about
the three times    you left me.
you

stay beneath
my skin    like a cystic growth.

i remember you
being

between the lines,
fondly        and then
not

so fondly,

and it leaves me     like an empty house.
i like it

better, this way.
foreign,

and grown,    with falling down
edges

and criss-crossed lines, faded
dresses

and albatross.

Things You Call Fate by Sondre Lerche

nom de guerre

i picture you (hunched over) reading this
at your computer

in

your room, and
everything is gray (except)

for

the little bit of paint
on

my face, the red and blue,
dripping down

the gauntlet of my nose
like
(teardrops)

and

i picture you
(painting a picture of me) thinking,

head in hands,
about the human condition,

and

about what happens (when) we
paint angels

that never come out
of

their rooms...

Come Round Soon by Sara Bareilles

vice

i gather all of them
up

in my arms (like flies),
my vices

(one by one)

i throw them down
while

holding on (and you, you break
over

and over again, ripping
open

boxes

like somebody else's christmas
until, finding nothing,
you return

to light it up
just

one more time) and
i come back.

i throw them all (in your face),
the reasons

i subscribe to you.
i

blow them out
(like smoke)...

Coming Down by David Gray

air

empty morning
(we keep trying)

to
spell out your name
in

the shape of the trees,
morning sidewalks

and

stoic little arcs
of
the sprinkler systems

(we keep turning them on)
and

the glue
that holds this suburbia
together

is
the empty longing
for

the coolness of you,
(the cheek tug and lonely burst  of winter),
and

how you blow through,
unannounced.
(we keep on going...)