AMERICAN DREAM
My dream’s to someday own some land My dream’s to someday own some land But how I’ll get the money isn’t fully yet quite planned My dreams to someday own some land And on that land I’ll build my home And on that land I’ll build my home Fill it up with kids so I …
PUPPETS
German puppets burned the Jews Jewish puppets did not choose Puppet vultures eat the dead Puppet corpses they are fed Puppet winds and puppet waves Puppet sailors in their graves Puppet flower, puppet stem Puppet time dismantles them Puppet me and puppet you Puppet German Puppet Jew Puppet Presidents command Puppet troops to burn the …
THE NIGHT OF SANTIAGO
She said she was a maiden That wasn’t what I heard For the sake of conversation I took her at her word The lights went out behind us The fireflies undressed The broken sidewalk ended I touched her sleeping breasts They opened to me urgently Likelilies from the dead Behind a fine embroidery Her nipples …
« DANCE ME THROUGH THE PANIC ‘TIL I’M GATHERED SAFELY IN »
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone …
I AM LIGHT
I am light, I am light [x4] I am not the things my family did I am not the voices in my head I am not the pieces of the brokenness inside I am light, I am light [x4] I’m not the mistakes that I have made or any of the things that caused me …
LA FONCTION D’UN ARTISTE, C’EST D’OUVRIR LES COEURS
La fonction d’un artiste, c’est d’ouvrir les coeurs. “As I write this I’m thinking of my father’s unique blend of self-deprecation and dignity, his approachable elegance, his charisma without audacity, his old-world gentlemanliness and the hand-forged tower of his work,” Adam wrote. “There’s so much I wish I could thank him for, just one last …
I REMEMBER I BELIEVE
I Remember, I BelieveI don’t know how my mother walked her trouble downI don’t know how my father stood his groundI don’t know how my people survive slaveryI do remember, that’s why I believeI don’t know how the rivers overflow their banksI don’t know how the snow falls and covers the groundI don’t know how …