The Luck of Eden Hall

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Butterfly Revolutions Vol. 1

Chrysalide

Would you like to make the evening news? Tighten up your wires and your screws. Your look is so determined and confused. Delicately wipe off all the dust. Paint another coat over the rust. Shed another tear dear if you must. Hold on to me chrysalide. Has your coveted insecticide already touched your mind? Hold on to me chrysalide. Does the turning give you butterflies? What have you left behind? Hold onto me chrysalide. In a dream I take you home tonight, frolicking in the sky. Your well adjusted harness is secure. Your well adjusted mentally obscure, beautiful, misguided and demure. High upon the ledge you seem alight. Standing graceful tall into the night. Ready to employ eternal flight.

This Weather’s Better For Velvet Clothes
Monday, a perfect day for taking pictures of the clouds. She left her green beret on the bus we took to town. Nose rings and pretty things gathered in a sari shop. Her eyes were so surprised when I stopped breathing. When you’re hoping it rains it pours. You think you hide it, but girl it shows. This weather’s better for velvet clothes. People love to stare. Rose incense in the air. I need a bite to eat. Help me get back on my feet. We left the sari shop for a bowl of be bim bop. She smiled in my eyes. I really want samosas.

Medicine Queen

Don’t say a thing Medicine Queen. Don’t wake up in the flowers overcloud. What does it mean this chemical dream? I was afraid you’d mixed up what I found. Pay no attention to them they’re floating away. Just like the end of a movie you can’t remember a thing. Don’t say a thing medicine queen. Don’t wake up in the flowers overcloud. One time they trembled for you brought you honey and bees. Just cause they lost your number doesn’t mean you lost me. Lost in the flowers overcloud.

Jupiter

In the morning when I heard you calling as I watched the fountain blowing up to the sky. Sparkling we come down. Making only a sound. Touch the ground and I know I’m never calling you again. Out of breath and out of what is left beside us? Lying here to guide us? My astrolabe. Search the Heavens again. Trying to recall when you were there and I know I’m never calling you again. The spot on your lung is pneumonia. The spot on your heart is from her. The storm in your head is why they call you Jupiter.

Velvet And Corduroy

Velvet and corduroy. Sharing an Almond-Joy. Glaring she walks away seeking another boy, he’s so annoyed. Ride on the Tilt-a-Whirl. She’s just another girl wishing she’d spent her last token on lemonade. She’s so afraid. What’s a person to do when the one next to you is coming unglued? “Alive, Alive”, he slurred, “See the Two Headed Squirrel. Come see the Frozen Girl before she melts away on Saturday.” Their cotton candy’s blue. Giggling as they chew. Consuming all that is left in a Sapphic way, then they run away. What’s a person to do when there’s one next to you ……..who’s coming unglued? Velvet and corduroy. Another Almond-Joy. Glaring she walks away seeking another boy. He’s so annoyed

Shampoo

Pretty little horses sound real fine. The songs they play are in tune. The King has played the wrong chess piece this time. Queen’s knight takes pawn. You lose. As you lie awake the Sandman said, “Pray I’ll comfort you.” It’s true. There it comes, there it goes. Old enough, enough to know. Let it go. Leave it up to me to shape your mind. It will wash away with shampoo.

All Her Seasick Parties

Dramamine and her seasick parties. Tie your shoes so they won’t stop dancing. Broken toes are the signs of fashion. Broken noses will heal fantastic. Nothing to do with you. It’s got something to do with your Prozac stashes. Lost in America. You gotta be more hysterical kiss some ass and show some class. It’s true. Beam me up when you’re made of plastic. Pierce your tongue when you feel romantic. Lick your toes your so photogenic. Sending roses is so pathetic. Nothing to do with you. It’s got something to do with your Prozac stashes. Lost in America. You gotta be more hysterical kick some ass and show some class. It’s true.

Silly Girl

I know a girl who likes to talk in riddles. Rolling among the flowers she plays in the pouring rain. And I know a girl who likes to tell tall stories. Spinning you round and round she’ll tell you once again. Then she says, “I love you”. Nothing could be this real. Then he says, “I love you and I’m gonna show you all the world, my silly little girl”. I know a girl who wear’s the latest fashion. Singing there’s magic potion flowing through her veins. I know a girl whose voice is sweet as candy. Floating like Sun light through an Eastern window pane.

Pretty Little Things

Pretty little things, sometimes go home on Sunday. Or fall asleep on subways. Or lie about their Birthdays. Or fall in love with you. Pretty little things. Sometimes leave you on Monday. Or tell you not to worry. Or lie about their worst days. Or fall in love with you.

She Falls Down

Running up to the wall, sweet dreams of the other side. Fingernails in the cracks, we start to climb. She falls down. When we’re near to the wall we hear something rhythmical. It’s just the thing, you’ll see it will be something magical. She falls down. Feel so odd and displaced, there’s no more room for my face, just confrontation and grief, go over the wall life will be so…When we get to the top all you see will be beautiful. Keep your toes in the crags and don’t look back. She falls down.

Blue Vinyl

Carolina. Sister lie down. Carolina. I shut down. Never easy to see. Never easy. Release. Blue vinyl. She spins ’round. Never easy to see. Never easy. Release. Carolina, I miss you so. Carolina, I miss you. Carolina. I shut down.

Queen Anne’s Lace

She is a sunlight filtered charm. She has a rainbow on her arm. She’s looking down out of the sky. She has a glacier in her eyes. “I see a different light through holes in the night,” so she said. She’s wearing bells on every toe. She is the one. She’s what you chose. She is the Buddah when she laughs. She gives you everything you have. “I see a different light through holes in the night. I touch some Queen Anne’s lace. The tears roll down my face. I hear the mourning dove singing a song of love. I taste the flavor red through this thing in my head”, so she said.

Butterfly Revolutions Vol. 2

Metropolis

Voice 1: At the center of the world there’s a hole where the center should be. Where everything stops. When the world spins the world tilts and we all fall off and out in to space…Voice 2: She said, “Organize the people.”                 Voice 1: Deep out in space there’s no air. It’s okay; we’ve evolved into things that don’t breath…Voice 2: She said, “Everyone should know.”
Voice 1: We time travel silent and dumb to the start of this whole impossible trip…Voice 2: She said, “Bring to me your questions.”
Voice 1: We try to ask our Gods who’s to blame for this horrible thing. We fall asleep…Voice 2: ”These answers I have been told.” Voice 1: In the dreams our Gods come to us and they laugh and they dance and they sing…
Voice 2: “I’d like to build a fountain in the center of the world. These ordinary people have no need for golden girls.” Voice 2: She said, “Grow a tiny garden.”
Voice 1: At the center of the world there’s a hole where the center should be. Where everything stops…Voice 2: She said, “Make the people smile.”
Voice 1: The end of the world is a sign we know we should read. We’ve forgotten to see…Voice 2: She said, “If you let it harden,” Voice 1: So close up your eyes open your mind. Wasn’t it all worth the ride? Voice 2: “Then your heart will surely die. I’d like to build a fountain in the center of the world. These ordinary people have no need for golden girls.”

Complicated Mind

You met a day, people say it’s an unattainer’s life. You met a fate on holiday, promenade, you walked on fire. And I fell into arms so round. Bring me up. Put me down. Where will it lead, to a dream of an automated life. You’re the disease for the cure girl it makes us unalive. And I fell into arms so round. Bring me up. Put me down. Swear my mouth is open wide. Swallow the entire night. Not a trace of this place left behind. Not a trace of this space or this time. It’s all there in your complicated mind.

Caroline

And when she rains down on the Saint of Evermore. And when she names all of our silly snail’s tears. “Remain.” Telling a sincere day now someone say she will. And when the rainbow flowers sun the April near. “Remain.” She says, “Caroline I wish you’d find somewhere where the clowns won’t shake you. Caroline I wish you’d mind when the circus always spins and takes you. Caroline, rainbow the doll is hearing everything we do. Paint all around our eyes so when we say we do. Caroline I wish you’d find somewhere where the clowns won’t shake you. Caroline I wish you’d mind when the circus always spins and takes you on a ride.”

North Hampton Woods

Can we find our way to north Hampton woods. Can we get away from north Hollywood. Can we find our way to north Hampton woods. Until it all breaks down. Can we find our way where night feels good. Can we run away from days understood. All the lights shift down. Until the sun burns down. I don’t know how we should care about it. I don’t know why we should scream and shout it. I don’t know why we were scared to shout it. I don’t know how we should care about it. All the lights shift down. Until it’s over now.

The Ottoman Girl

In the foyer of her Hotel room there’s an Asian pair in the easy chair. Eating Turkish fig filled ma’amouls in another room. Scent of sweet perfume. Conversation is preoccupied. Feign a look outside. Fascinating eyes. If you’re tired you can go to sleep. Very indiscreet. All the people leave. She offered me tea. The end of the world. My head’s in a whirl. The Ottoman girl. A couple a piece. Some more if you please. As white as a pearl. The Ottoman girl. Missing pieces have opened up my porcelain cup and the tea has leaked. Dripping down on her neck inside of her silk elbise. Fascinating eyes. She offered me tea. The end of the world. My head’s in a whirl. The Ottoman girl. A couple a piece. Some more if you please. As white as a pearl. The Ottoman girl. After all the ma’amouls were gone, in the early dawn on the Ottoman.

Henrietta Lacks A Smile

Henrietta lacks a smile. Henrietta’s all the while. Henrietta lacks her ears. Henrietta’s gone for years. Henrietta lacks her eyes. Henrietta’s always nice. Henrietta didn’t know. Henrietta grows and grows. Henrietta nobody knows it was you. Henrietta lacks her hair. Henrietta doesn’t care. Henrietta lacks a face. Henrietta’s been every place. Henrietta lacks her heart. Henrietta does her part. Henrietta lacks her head. Henrietta are you really dead? Henrietta nobody knows it was you. Could have been any one. You were the chosen one. You might just save every one.

Flowers

I’m amazed at the sound around you and your language of half-truth. Broken vase is a cause to tend to. White bouquet and super glue. Flowers. Words you say are like flowers. They’re floating away. Falling down on the ground around you, makes me sneeze and desire you. Wait a moment you’ll be televised. All undone we can run blind. Prayer beads adorning you. A keepsake from a sadder fool. A sweet kiss from a siren unknown. Dried out from Sun rays. Flowers. Words you say are like flowers. They’re floating away.

Whither Fare Thou Be

All of these things we fear, shake them off of your shoulders. Whither fare thou be, thou hath made me a soldier. All these dreams and only 4am. Fall asleep and fall in love again. Can you see me here I’m floating. Hypnic jerking. A crash landing. She was splayed across the ceiling.

Revolutions

Home in a madness with nothing to do. Most of the ceiling is falling on you.
You jump across never looking behind. Sit on the edge and play never mind.
Just to see if they fall in a well. I’ve never felt this soft in the day. She’s always rolling around in the dew. Revolutions and the venting of youth. She sent a warning to caution my eye. A wave and a welcome will soften in time. Tips for me if I play in the subway. Isn’t this feeling discomforting you. Curse the morning a song and a fool. Isn’t this feeling discomforting you.

Realization Loop

I’ll make a dessert. She’d love to be hurt for you. I’ll find a way back. Tip toe through this maze of you. Do you think I’m old before my time? Realization loop runs in my mind. Where will you see this story go? Do you think I’m lazy or just slow? I’ll fake the terrain. Erase all the days for you. Buy pills at the Pharm. Recycle this yarn for you. Stupid genius set for Neuroblast. All wrapped up inside the New York Times. Animate yourself and run away ’till you’re in a world you never made.

We Are Not Self Control

She says it’s your loss, you gotta leave the planet once. I fell in love with city girls in the cinema. Where all the saints and miracles collide, collide. You shouldn’t be so cynical. She says it’s your fault, you gotta lose your self-control. I fell apart near her home with my stupid thoughts. Where all the saints and miracles collide, collide. You shouldn’t be so cynical. Broken teeth and crooked nose, we are not self control. Missing keys and alcohol, that’s not cynical.

A Drop In The Ocean

Mary Anna, how deep have you been? Salted water licked off of your skin. How does it feel to be a drop in the Ocean? You already know. Floating quietude. Ice melts in the rain. Mary Anna’s cup filled to the brim. How does it feel to be a drop in the Ocean? You already know. Waning moonlight. No shadow to see. Rhythm, Ocean, Mary Anna and me. How does it feel to be a drop in the Ocean? You already know.