Champagne Babycakes
1.I'm Going To Love Your New Boyfriend
now I fear I'm doomed
to ricochet around
like that squash ball
you just hammered
you serve up your news
I duck and clench a smile
windows shatter
he's your new boyfriend
you're gonna love him
so I'm gonna love him
‘cuz he's your new boyfriend
I'm gonna love him
'cuz you're gonna love him
'cuz he's your new boyfriend
winter wafting in
when once we were so warm
in a way we’re still not speaking
as his hands touch you
I flinch away from harm
oh you're beaming
he's your new boyfriend
you're gonna love him
so I'm gonna love him
'cuz he's your new boyfriend
I'm gonna love him
'cuz you're gonna love him
'cuz he's your new boyfriend
at your dinner party
our eyes locking as he
says he doesn’t like Scrabble
then he's washing dishes
you’re laughing from the kitchen
my resistance unravels
he's your new boyfriend
you're gonna love him
so I'm gonna love him
'cuz he's your new boyfriend
I'm gonna love him
'cuz you're gonna love him
'cuz he's your new boyfriend
2. Goats, Biscuits, Bees
autumn night we wander arm in arm
laugh and cry in our specs
slip off my gloves to touch your tears and we embrace
you softly ask in my neck
can we have goats, biscuits, bees
oh that sounds fine to me
I know you’ve gotta leave
but we’ll have goats, biscuits, bees
you’re called to walk the crowd wherever voices shout
you wonder can it be fair
to leave a love to tune and worry to your sound
dear heart, you're already there
can we have goats, biscuits, bees
oh that sounds fine to me
I know you’ve gotta leave
but we’ve got goats, biscuits, bees
waves and noise
spinning into space
bring your voice
to me as I age
still sunbeams
coffee in the air
are you home?
I'll meet you there
and we’ll have goats, biscuits, bees
oh that sounds fine to me
I know you’ve gotta leave
but we've got goats, biscuits, bees
we’ll have goats, biscuits, bees
oh that sounds fine to me
our plans are twirling leaves
but we'll have goats, biscuits, bees
3. I Do Or Adieu
all my life
is folding to this minute
in your pretty hands
with this box
I harbor in my pocket
like a secret plan
when we drink
we teeter near the topic
but you change the tune
now your glass of wine
is streaked with empty
I’m running outta soon
“I do” or “adieu”
I need “I do” or “adieu”
took a walk alone
as the sidewalk simmered
on that balmy night
in this urban orb
churning on and ever
we’re just fireflies
“I do” or “adieu”
I need “I do” or “adieu”
your dress blinding white
like a seaside in July
pictures burning in my mind's eye
“I do” or “adieu”
it was “I do” or “adieu”
4. Not About Girls
when I was ten I’d BMX for the win
a bitchin’ power slide and a mag rim grin
later flashlight on a paperback
I’d thrill to cracks in time or galactic attack
I’ll just go back like Doc
gimmie a gigawatt
she will be soon forgot
this song is not about girls
this song is not about girls
I’m at a party and I feel like Spock
caught up in human ways that he cannot grok
is her glance a signal sent without a word?
ten anthropologists would take a year to concur
or maybe I’m just dumb
so let me suck my thumb
and hum a childish tune
this song is not about girls
this song is not about girls
you say some play’s the thing
“the protagonist doth protest too much, methinks”
but I don't want another game
one more mislaid peg and my battleship will sink
this song is not about girls
this song is not about girls
5. Shadow Of Doubt
I pull up at home, autumn afternoon
a strange car in the drive. I’m early, dear
the purse in the hall surely isn’t yours
I silently sink in a chair as your footsteps hit the stairs
I’m waiting for the film to play out
I can’t leave under a shadow of doubt
when your mother asked I said it was a phase
from the dark you call just to ask me how I've been
on the cobblestones you're just a pair of girls
as you hold her hand I wanna see how hard you squeeze
I’m waiting for the film to play out
I can’t leave under a shadow of doubt
The credits roll
I’ve got no control
How can I believe this turn?
I’m waiting for the film to play out
I can’t leave under a shadow of doubt
6. Drill To The Hull
1am, they took away my girl
she should be nestled in her covers
the aftermath, broken fan blade spinnin’
the thick of august heat sweats the label off my beer
I’m on a sinking ship
and I’m the one
with a drill to the hull
I reach at night, I find an empty bed
murmurs carry from your study
in the morning you’ll sunshine her facts again
I kneel on slippered feet with an ear upon your door
I’m on a sinking ship
and I’m the one
with a drill to the hull
I’ll play my turn
a hand that’s full of nothing
every move
is sure to damage something
the ocean churns
the cliffs ahead are listing
the wheel won’t turn
now it’s time
monday drive, I’m burning down to fumes
metal beetles snake for miles
in the forecast it’s all record highs again
the gassing asphalt snugs the tie around my neck
I’m on a sinking ship
and I’m the one
with a drill to the hull
7. She's The Memory You Keep
when you chase for novelty
prep a page for tragedy
lens flare of a city night
freight train coming on your right
at speed with her on your arm
she blooms under all your charms
as you glide try not to think
of the ice underneath your feet
salt of tears
painted dawn
bitter tea
you’ll carry on
take a run
get some sleep
she's the memory you keep
to a song you seemed to know
love rose like a sourdough
a loom was soon entwined
she’d call late and you didn’t mind
the days got short and cold
twilight by the time you're home
her note flapping on your door
your love has flown its course
salt of tears
painted dawn
bitter tea
you’ll carry on
take a run
get some sleep
she's the memory you keep
at lakeside under a roiling sky
your bodies blurring in the night
you'll love her until the day you die
far away the crying's done
pale shore under whitewash sun
dip your toes in the cloudy bay
too cold to swim today
phone streaked with salt and sand
her name that you tap to send
not sure you can take what's next
as you wait for her to text
8. Sneaky
by the fire we’re making up stories
about the couple slow dancing in their forties
we’re sipping wine unwinding time like tycoons
you and I are aromas from a kitchen
a slow-cooked meal we don't get to eat
now we gotta sift the seasoning from the stew
but Sneaky, Sneaky
I love you
Sneaky, Sneaky
I love you
summer drive, odometer rising
rolling through the hills, I’m improvising
seventeen twists to make the turns take more time
at a party you're keeping so quiet
alone in a loveseat I’ll swing by
I’d whisk us both away like a genie if I knew the lines
Sneaky, Sneaky
please be mine
Sneaky, Sneaky
please be mine
Sneaky, Sneaky
please be mine
Sneaky, Sneaky
please be mine
If I misapprehend that I’ll love you forever
the Dalai Lama can scold us together
‘cuz our sweaters are brushing arms right now
it’s been a while I’m starting to miss you
yeah a day so I’m making it an issue
let’s walk to Fric & Frac for a beer
Sneaky, Sneaky
you’re so near
Sneaky, Sneaky
you’re so near
Sneaky, Sneaky
you’re so near
Sneaky, Sneaky
you’re so near
9. I Need You To Be Real
walked the block alone tonight
in the side of my sight
I still pass you
my sky is dust and Mars
I don’t know where you are
so I'll ask you
cold air cut with grief
too thin to breathe
I can’t grasp you
shards of a final scene
furrowed into me
oh my Matthew
can't take that you're a story
I need you to be real
can't take that you're a story
I need you to be real
our home a dusty shrine
only creaks are mine
brittle flowers
you taught me how to swim
I’m foundering
at this hour
out front we’d set the sun
loveseat for one
can I face this?
carve M into the floor
by the kitchen door
can’t erase us
can't take that you're a story
I need you to be real
can't take that you're a story
I need you to be real
I don't ask why you died
there’s just no reason for the way things go
hopes turn and cars collide
who am I to be now? I cannot know
10. You're My All Creation
you are the weather
you are the heavens
you are the scarlet sky
that opens summer’s eyes
you are the solar spray
on a seaside day
you are the silken sheets
gliding my skin to sleep
fall on me
we'll burst in singularity
fall on me
you’re my all creation, honey
you are the quiet snow
the golden city glow
you are my tinsel town
undo that dressing gown
fall on me
we'll burst in singularity
fall on me
we’ll spiral like a galaxy
fall on me
you’re my all creation, honey
in Hubble’s field
it’s you revealed
fall on me
we'll burst in singularity
fall on me
we’ll spiral like a galaxy
fall on me
as preordained as gravity
fall on me
you’re my all creation, honey
11. Like Petrichor
your home is glowing twilight gray
our knees are touching to your delicate wordplay
kisses come in little rounds
you say your roommate won't be bothered by our sound
we could have some fun ‘ere monday pulls
the curtain of the night down from the sun
such a pretty one
you can stay
I wanna go to bed
yeah I wanna go to bed
I wanna go to bed
curling fingers conjure thirst
as you clutch me we bear down until we burst
scent and sweat now intertwined
got your glasses on you can try on mine
are we out of time?
you can stay
I wanna go to bed
yeah I wanna go to bed
I wanna go to bed
like petrichor
from a summer storm
you’re soft and warm
12. You've Got To Ride Your Bicycle Ha Ha Ha
You've got to ride your bicycle ha ha ha
I'm gonna trip to Asia
I'm gonna trip to Africa
I'm gonna trip to Canada
I'm gonna trip to Asia
I'm gonna trip to Africa
I'm gonna trip to North America