Sunday, July 20, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
In Amsterdam
Remember when I cried
And then you sat on my lap
And kissed away my tears?
That is romantic!
I was fucked up for a year
But that was romance!
I miss that kind of feeling
I don't feel that way for you any more
But that was feeling
Do you ever feel alone?
And after that we made love
And there was the blood
And you were ashamed until I was not
And we laughed about it
And then went to the communal shower
And washed it all off
In Amsterdam
I was so poor
You in your artist's squat
The kind that was fashionable
I know you won't respond to this letter
But it feels good to me to write
I am doing well now
You'd like my little house in Toronto
So sheltered and quiet, enshrouded
Both in back and front
By hills and trees
I am writing this song now as I type
It is for me now
Not for you
And then you sat on my lap
And kissed away my tears?
That is romantic!
I was fucked up for a year
But that was romance!
I miss that kind of feeling
I don't feel that way for you any more
But that was feeling
Do you ever feel alone?
And after that we made love
And there was the blood
And you were ashamed until I was not
And we laughed about it
And then went to the communal shower
And washed it all off
In Amsterdam
I was so poor
You in your artist's squat
The kind that was fashionable
I know you won't respond to this letter
But it feels good to me to write
I am doing well now
You'd like my little house in Toronto
So sheltered and quiet, enshrouded
Both in back and front
By hills and trees
I am writing this song now as I type
It is for me now
Not for you
By: Daniel Smallegange
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Blood and Treasure
The cost in blood and treasure
Your beauty inflicts
Is draining on
My economy of resource
Your cheekbones have laid the siege
But your intellect is alone enough
To bring me to my knees
Recourse and resistance
The high cost in
Blood and treasure
My will to fight is shattered by
Your light hearted laughter
So fraught with danger
That shy mischievous smile
Triggers Klaxons
All the things you do to my
Interiors
Your eyes like claws
They tear at me
On my heartstrings and other tender
Defences
The cost in blood and treasure grows
With no end in sight
Your beauty inflicts
Is draining on
My economy of resource
Your cheekbones have laid the siege
But your intellect is alone enough
To bring me to my knees
Recourse and resistance
The high cost in
Blood and treasure
My will to fight is shattered by
Your light hearted laughter
So fraught with danger
That shy mischievous smile
Triggers Klaxons
All the things you do to my
Interiors
Your eyes like claws
They tear at me
On my heartstrings and other tender
Defences
The cost in blood and treasure grows
With no end in sight
By: Daniel Smallegange
Sunday, April 27, 2014
When I Look Into Your Eyes
When I look into your eyes
And see the fires
Of your ambition kindled
It makes me shudder
But in a good way to see
You've such intention
To light so many fuses
With your invention
To compromise the users
Blow them all away
I envy you in this matter
Gives you such a swagger
And if you please
Come you here
Come to me and let me look at your
Pale drawn lines
And at your wild hindered eyes
Burning as they do intense
Come and cease your trembling
A fury's touch
Pent up desire
Embrace me in the mire
So we can rise
Anew
Annex my mind
We shall remake the lies
Turn the past into ash
Scattered to the breeze
Take my hand and walk with me
You can heal what ails me
And I thee
When I look into your eyes I see
My fires reflected
And see the fires
Of your ambition kindled
It makes me shudder
But in a good way to see
You've such intention
To light so many fuses
With your invention
To compromise the users
Blow them all away
I envy you in this matter
Gives you such a swagger
And if you please
Come you here
Come to me and let me look at your
Pale drawn lines
And at your wild hindered eyes
Burning as they do intense
Come and cease your trembling
A fury's touch
Pent up desire
Embrace me in the mire
So we can rise
Anew
Annex my mind
We shall remake the lies
Turn the past into ash
Scattered to the breeze
Take my hand and walk with me
You can heal what ails me
And I thee
When I look into your eyes I see
My fires reflected
By: Daniel Smallegange
Monday, April 14, 2014
Make Truth Your Cud
If
the truth is disagreeable
Eat it whole
Force it down
When you puke it out
It will be
More digestible
Be like the cow
Make truth your cud
Eat it whole
Force it down
When you puke it out
It will be
More digestible
Be like the cow
Make truth your cud
By: Dan Smallegange
Saturday, March 22, 2014
But This Time Neat
I was called an unfortunate event
The other moment
And it felt like a temptation
It felt like a blow
It made me
Think of redemption
Before I poured that glass of scotch
And then I sat there brooding
And then I thought of all that I had loved and
Those who'd maybe even loved me
And I sat and sipped all alone
As the fire crackled
And a spider crawled along the wall and I watched it
It moved with grace and I sipped and
The ice went chink in my glass
And I thought some more and I
Watched the spider leave
As things inevitably do
And I thought to myself
About being called
An unfortunate event
And wondered at why I would be so mean to
Myself
As to call myself that
And I rose and poured another glass
Of scotch
But this time
Neat
The other moment
And it felt like a temptation
It felt like a blow
It made me
Think of redemption
Before I poured that glass of scotch
And then I sat there brooding
And then I thought of all that I had loved and
Those who'd maybe even loved me
And I sat and sipped all alone
As the fire crackled
And a spider crawled along the wall and I watched it
It moved with grace and I sipped and
The ice went chink in my glass
And I thought some more and I
Watched the spider leave
As things inevitably do
And I thought to myself
About being called
An unfortunate event
And wondered at why I would be so mean to
Myself
As to call myself that
And I rose and poured another glass
Of scotch
But this time
Neat
By: Daniel Smallegange
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