Winter & Transcending History

Winter

Frigid twilight descends
Tracing the patterns made by the ice
One the window pane
My finger trace the kaleidoscopic
Patterns cleaved to the glass
A star spreading
Outwards, forever outwards
I step outside
Boots crunch on snow
I am on my way to church
And the ache does not diminish

Transcending History

The landscape remains
Ghostly magical characters,
Transcending history
Alien customs and traditions
Mapped out and restored
Brown bones and rotten teeth
Now an imperial possession
A colonial subject
Viewed from many perspectives
Embracing the mysterious
The amorphous, the unconscious
They wrested out autonomy away
Those paragons of Christian virtue

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Farewell Angelina

The bells of the crown

Are being stolen by bandits

I must follow the sound

The triangle tingles

And the trumpet play slow

Farewell Angelina

The sky is on fire

And I must go.



There's no need for anger

There's no need for blame

There's nothing to prove

Ev'rything's still the same

Just a table standing empty

By the edge of the sea

Farewell Angelina

The sky is trembling

And I must leave.



The jacks and queens

Have forsaked the courtyard

Fifty-two gypsies

Now file past the guards

In the space where the deuce

And the ace once ran wild

Farewell Angelina

The sky is folding

I'll see you in a while.



See the cross-eyed pirates sitting

Perched in the sun

Shooting tin cans

With a sawed-off shotgun

And the neighbors they clap

And they cheer with each blast

Farewell Angelina

The sky's changing color

And I must leave fast.



King Kong, little elves

On the rooftoops they dance

Valentino-type tangos

While the make-up man's hands

Shut the eyes of the dead

Not to embarrass anyone

Farewell Angelina

The sky is embarrassed

And I must be gone.



The machine guns are roaring

The puppets heave rocks

The fiends nail time bombs

To the hands of the clocks

Call me any name you like

I will never deny it

Farewell Angelina

The sky is erupting

I must go where it's quiet.

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Sullen Girl

' SULLEN GIRL '
Words & Music: Fiona Apple

Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
All day -- and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel -- to take flight --

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

Is that why they call me a sullen girl -- sullen girl
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl --
And left an empty shell of me

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

Sullen Girl

' SULLEN GIRL '
Words & Music: Fiona Apple

Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
All day -- and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel -- to take flight --

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

Is that why they call me a sullen girl -- sullen girl
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl --
And left an empty shell of me

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

Bleak Shores

I stand on these bleak shores
Behind the stone walls
That guard my inner self
These ice encrusted seas
Like those of Lapland,
Siberia, Mother Russia

And then there is
My own Mother
Where is she?
I look up and there she is
She was the rock,
Standing tall above the tumult

Detached and untouchable
And she did not see
The cold moon
Staring in at me
Through the window
Each night

Road to Your Soul

(Lyrics - All About Eve)

Behind me, a caravan weighed down
With bad dreams and ghosts of apologies
There's no room, no room inside
For a hitcher with a suitcase of pride

Before me, a stallion pulls like the moon
Sun through the trees tells me I'll be there soon
The wind cries, 'cause she saw me crying
About the times I find myself lying.

I must have fallen by the wayside
The wheels crack beneath my foolish pride
Give me a sign in your direction
And show me the road to your soul.

Unhitch the wagon 'cause it hinders me
I'll hitch my skirts up and go carelessly,
Barefoot and riding bareback
Wind in my hair, it feels like honesty.

Close the chapter on a journey...
Burn the book and give me sanctuary,
In your arms it feels like...
In your arms it feels like...
It feels like home.

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The Performance

Enigmatic
Melodramatic
She strides across the stage
Her stage is her room
The room is the stage

Her chamber
Peppered with papers
Unused
Running around her room
Screaming, fists pounding in her head
Teeth grating in her skull

Hissing:
'He's a monster.'
Onlookers stare so hard
Their eyeballs
Are in danger of dropping out
They are assessing her
Flipping through
Her verbal photograph album

How far did he really go?
Did she exaggerate her childhood traumas
Simply to justify her neuroses?
Did she force the razor deeper into her bones
Was she ever really there?
Or did she manufacture her own past
Making significance out of superficiality

She tells the audience
that she remembers
One minute
She could be
laughing carefree
down by the beach
The next
She is in the midst
Of civil war

Father is the enemy
Mother urging her to
Absent herself
Words captured in shrieks
Let the onlookers in

Listen to Mother, he whispered softly
I inserted myself between them
My that only made him hit her harder
Nobody heard, nobody heard
And yet we live in a ground floor flat
I tried to tug her hand
But she wouldn't come, she wouldn't come
What was wrong with you mother,
Did you enjoy it?

defenseless now
As she was then
But the onlookers see
A fledgling psychopath
Well versed in adversarial psychiatry

In they march
with all the subtlety
of an invading and marauding army