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....