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.