snowball in hell

you died along the way..

homesick/ well.. 
i left my home

on hollow bones
while you were curled
and sleeping
and i wandered far
beneath the concrete star
and slept along
the highways
but even though i've been lost all the time
i've got hooks in my sides that you left there
but you're not the same
you died along the way
now we're ghosts
and we're praying for winter
i found a wheel that squeaks and squeals
and i left it on your doorstep
 'cause i heard that you might be broken too
and i thought it'd keep you company
but even though i've been lost all the time
i've got hooks in my sides that you left there
but you're not the same
you died along the way
now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter..

along the road/
there along the road.. was a tiny home
the yard held dead machines behind it's fences
like they were it's kids
broken down, but still worth a lot to someone
it made me stop and grin

light from a dying moon
it blurs our eyes
and we wear a cape of fireflies
and after the world's in bed
all the ghosts come sing along
but we'll forget them when the morning comes..

and i slept on the ocean last night

i could see you all
and you all were
dancing sideways
your feet stuck to the skies
and i could see the airplanes dance behind your eyes
and i was glad i found the time..

it's snowing here.. - ghost & toxic

i feel the winter..

today we took a long drive over to washington state and then took the last remaining ferry back that crosses the columbia back into oregon from puget island.. i'm used to the ocean.. rivers are peaceful and lovely.. it was cold but sunny.. time to say one last goodbye to winter and let summer out of the basement.. oh yeah.. and we finally found our eagle..

winter is coming/radical face
i see the winter
she's crawling up the lawn
i feel her breathing
beneath my palms
she tears the trees down
while curses roll from her tongue
got eyes like anvils
and storms for lungs
     hiding in our house
     sunburn in his mouth
summer's in our basement now
     life beneath the floor
     light beneath the door
     just enough to keep us warm
     don't you let it out
     don't you let it out
     just make sure he's always around
but we're all out of time
nothing left to decide
pack your things up quick
this one can't be fixed
leave the rest of it behind

we push through trees now
our house is covered in ice
our breath falls
from our mouths
like tiny rainclouds
we tug on summer
and he melts
the snow at our feet
she's on our heels
there's never time to stop and sleep
i feel you breathing
i hear you curse my name
i hope that you'll forgive me
one of these days
the sky is bleeding
the fog is thicker than walls
she's wrapped up in it
like cloth on a wrecking ball
everything we stole
everything we broke
everything we bought is gone
a couple dumb mistakes
bigger than we thought
nothing left to do but run
if i could put it back
fill in all the cracks
nothing there i wouldn't change
but wishing never helps
wishing never helps
wishing never solved a thing
you were right..
yeah, you were right..

haunted/radical face
i can hear the car
as it rumbles up the driveway
but i'm too scared to look
so i curl up beneath the window
and i pray they won't find me
and i pray that i'll keep still
i see your face in the glass
with branches growing from your mouth
you wear the moon like a halo
you wear the night like it's your coat
and you're always laughing
but you always look afraid
..i think we're haunted 
hands against my eyes
i hear you crying
in your sleep
i think we're haunted
       (clouds are coming
        down the chimney)
that we're never alone
       (and trees are falling
       through the livingroom)
i think we're haunted
       (the moon is stuck in the ceiling)
and we're swimming through ghosts
       (the rain is pouring on the diningroom)
yeah i think we're haunted
       (clouds are blowing up and down the walls)
no we're never alone
       (water's flooding on the kitchen floor)
i think we're haunted
        (the woods are all taking it back
         we've overstayed our welcome
                 ..it's time we were gone)
- ghost

choose the lonely trees..

place to be/

when i was younger
younger than before
i never saw the truth hanging from the door
and now i'm older
see it face to face
and now i'm older
gotta get up clean the place..
and i was green.. greener than the hill
where the flowers grow and the sun shone still
now i'm darker than the deepest sea
just hand me down.. give me a place to be..
and i was strong.. strong in the sun
i thought i'd see when day was done
now i'm weaker than the palest blue
oh so weak in this need for you...
..
know that i love you
know i don't care
know that i see you
know i'm not there..
..
nobody knows how cold it grows
and nobody sees how shaky my knees
nobody cares how steep my stairs
and nobody smiles if you cross their stiles..
..
so leave your house come into my shed
please stop my world
from raining through my head..  -nick drake

p.s. there is now a featured ghost youtube <<<
if you like jan svankmejer's 'alice' or stop-motion animation, definitely check out the brothers quay.. here's a short from 'street of crocodiles'..
see more in my youtubes ..  link is over in the ghost library <<<

i am a wicked child..

mother mary come to me
for i am a wicked child..
i've sinned and i am so confused
and i am a wicked child
i am a wicked child..
i am the devil's son
and i wish i could be good..
      ..i walk a crooked mile
and i wish i could be good
i wish i could be good..
if i could have kept on the straight and narrow..
if i could have kept on the straight and narrow..
and not have broke your heart
not have broke your heart..
now i wake up in the night..
he's tugging at my arms and legs
like i was a marionette
send baby jesus
to radiate his light
to radiate his light..           ghost

sunshine & below freezing..

i took this picture of some interesting tree branches downtown at twilight while out looking at elliott smith landmarks around portland.. (see the 'i love portland' album left).. he came out for this one i think..
can you see the little ghost on the left?

daily smith/half right
well.. you shouldn't doctor yourself
well.. i pictured somebody else
someone who looks like
what i look like..
would you say that the one of your dreams
got in you and ripped out the seams?
that's what i'd say..
that's what i'd say..
he was a sucker for your double dose
motherfucker turned white as a ghost
don't you say hi
don't you say hi
with a broken sink for a face
and a head that just takes up space
he's not half right
he's not half right
it's all that he half has
and it won't last..
i was sticking up for a friend
well.. there's nothing much to defend
it's a lost fight
it's a lost fight
'cause when i talk to you on the phone
well.. it's just like being alone
it's not half right..
it's not half right..

going nowhere

he waved hello silent like a mime
meaning there's no changing my mind
i won't walk the stairs with you tonight
going nowhere
the clock moved a quarter of a turn
the time it took her cigarette to burn
she said you got a lot of things to learn
going nowhere
i saw you move a certain way
missed you a lot
returned to this abandoned place
that shoulda been forgot
echoes drown a conversation out
echoes that only seem to bring about
a silent expression
easily read aloud
going nowhere
the steps made a pattern
i'd never seen
i felt like a kid of six or seventeen
i was off in some empty daydream
going nowhere
it's dead and gone and matter of fact
it may be for the best
you said some things you can't take back
honestly.. i guess
the old records
are sitting on the floor
the ones i can't put on anymore
you walked over to her like before
going nowhere
going nowhere
going nowhere

ghost & toxic
p.s. toxic has her own little world now<<<

snow in hell..

it just started to snow outside my window..

mr smith is back, too..
i'm not quite ready for the pilgrimage required for my pennance..
i'm used to my vampyric lifestyle now..
besides i'm tired..
i just want to sleep in my little snowcave..

smith for today
'help me kill my time..
help me kill my time..
help me kill my time..
'cause i'll never be fine..
help me kill my time..'

elliott in portland

ghost & toxic  ..many unhappy returns

day 11?

ok, so at least i have made it to day 11..
not out of the woods.. but it's something?

this is the toxic little sunday school dropout i have mentioned does much of the artwork around here:

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(careful, she does bite!)

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more thom yorke:

cymbal rush

try to save it but it doesn't come off the rock
try to build a wall that is high enough

it's all boiling over
all boiling over..

try to save your house
try to save your songs
try to run
but it follows you up a hill

it's all boiling over
all boiling over
your little voice
your little voice..

no more conversation
no conversation
you should have took me out when you had the chance
you should have took me out when you had the chance..

all the rooms were numbered
and the losers turned away
don't turn away
don't turn away..

and more opeth:

blank face in the windowpane
made clear in seconds of light
disappears and returns again
counting hours.. searching the night
might be waiting for someone
might be there for us to see
might be in need of talking
might be staring directly at me
inside plays a lullaby
slurred voice over children's cries
..on the inside

haunting loneliness in the eye
skin covering secret scars
his hand is waving a goodbye
there's no response or action returned...