Alone Apart by Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova

baby tiger

in between
your two ways

(your happy go/crazy
vibe

and your

un/glued rampage
silent

type)

i fly

for cover, i converge
on

two lonely old lifestyles
not meant
for anyone
like me...

i feel like
mesopotamia

except i
never gave birth (and)

in between
your times     i

cradle every/little/thing you gave me
in

the lonely palm
of

my hand...

Losing Keys by Jack Johnson

grapefruit

endless mornings seep
into

lemonade afternoons

(and)

icee candid
camera

tricks

in the back of
pick up trucks

(this)
is how they

do it in texas (oh)

evening come down,
save me.

we   all swing higher (higher)

in pursuit of happy,
and

we find it,
sippee straws and all,

in

strangest

places...

Little Bit 'O Rain by Amos Lee

trusty

pilgrim faces   almost
halfway there

i soar

all by myself   in
my artistic ways,

pressing forward

like    a metal jaguar
on

front of a car.
my

stone face, my ceramic    hair
in

ghostly breezes:    i press on.
there
is a goal,

and
i shall find it.

i only stop
for
the

indubitably forward movement

of
motion, in its finest sense,
on a ship

bound
for solitary

frontiers...

Until The End by Norah Jones

formal

i was eighteen
with

an awkward face and
i

wore a long    red dress

(it matched your tie)
you

(the lawyer now)
so

constitutional (kind)

i wonder   if
you ever wonder about

me.
it

ended swiftly
just like
 german you's

empty-headed

i
perch on my red couch (and)

watch ronald reagan on the tv

set.    i wonder
who

you are,
who i   was....

Halfway There by Jonah Cohen

indescribable

it's just a vase full
of

dead tulips in

the bath (room)
window but

they mean so much,
the

tickle in my throat,
the sound

of music
in my head...
(you rattle like)

edges

of a tomb and i
can't

even face you
when

you've gone. wanting things
to

come back is dangerous.
it's

just a jar of troubles,
on

my doorstep, vocalizing fears
in

my trembling, trembling
palms...

What Am I To You by Norah Jones

too (kept)

sullen and distraught
with you

not even snow

can restore
my faith in love (so you)

look

at me
behind my scarves
(underneath my clothes) and

try to see me
as

i really am.
like

a dog in winter
i

hide it from you
under

soft fluffy things

but

you don't know,
here,
inside my coat,

how love-torn rocked   i am.
the

eyes have it all...

Absinthe by Beth Orton

edgy

you seem (to have zapped)
the

life

out of me,
popping my fathomless dreams
like

helium balloons

on long paper strings.
i

took your picture

at
a park
under a gazebo
and

we let them go,
(floating)

up into the old
coconut sky,

revealing less

(and less)
about

the poison inherent
in

a glorious day
of

sunshine

without proper air...