1. |
Planting Daisies
03:16
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driving home -- so I thought
driving home turned into bullets shot.
making future with my feet
as I hyperventilated down your street
what am I doing?
what am I doing here?
what am I doing here?
I've forgotten your middle name
hell, I've already forgotten the reason I came.
somebody stop me, somebody fast.
I stick my stranger-hand out and tap on the glass.
what are you doing?
what are you doing here?
now it's all ruined.
what are you doing here?
stupid girl, what are you doing?
stupid girl, what are you doing?
stupid girl, what am I doing?
spring has ended
yes, I know
but tonight I'm planting daisies outside your door
spring has ended
yes, I know
but tonight I'm planting daisies outside your door
I'm outside your door.
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2. |
How To Be Well
03:18
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paper laying on the table
says I'm sober, says I'm stable
and that I am well enough to go.
so why am I still sitting in this
doctors office? ferns and flowers,
I guess I'll take some with me as I go.
I know the tricks of being sick
but I don't think I know how to be well.
how do I work this new body?
your blood feels so warm inside me.
is it true I can move it on my own?
spiral notebook, blank and waiting
for new ink but I'm abstaining -
these lines look like the bars
once wrapped around my home
I know the tricks of being sick
but I don't think I know how to be well.
paper laying on the table.
my new name written in pencil.
lord, I cannot do this on my own.
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3. |
Quiet
03:40
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he just walks and won't be done
till he feels it in his lungs
disturbs the gravel, tamps down the leaves
he just travels some kind of free
down below the city hums
but up ahead the quiet comes
they just build with bricks and spit
but the world they're building just blocks them in
and he lays breathing puts off the fight
and she lays pleading for morning light
down below the city hums
but up ahead the quiet comes
he just walks and won't be done
till he feels it in his lungs
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4. |
Away From Home
04:23
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away from home
I once did roam
but my heart did not journey with.
'stead it sang to me
over land and sea
from between the hands that took it
it sings: "return to me"
I walked alone
upon dirt and stone
wondering why my blood was not moving
and then I recalled
why my skin was cold:
hollow was my body
and wandering was my soul.
and it sang to me over land and sea:
"return to me"
away from home
I once did roam
but my heart did not journey with
so back home I'll flee
over land and sea
back to my heart and the hands that took it
oh, that beautiful grip that keeps my heart adrift
oh, that beautiful sound, tie me to the ship
oh, that beautiful grip that keeps my heart adrift
it sings: "return to me"
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Julianna Zachariou San Diego, California
songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, producer.
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