SECURE AND FASTENED FOR DAISY BUCHANAN

by Sam Friend

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1.
Four stories high Just to get there, he has to climb Drop some weight, from his hands and find some good news (In the wake of) Losing in style, to his favorite They ain't all the same, he's thinkin This place I'm in Was built for other men Who've all grown old And I'm living in their shadows If I hid under my desk I might get buried, in my head And if he left a letter on your doorstep Could you read his mind And finish his sentence Don't get carried away, with a long shot He's a sitting duck And the place he sits Isn't where he is Has it been too long, To trade in all his wishes If you'd get real close You, could almost hear him All he wants, is what you've lost Most of the time, he'll be retreating On his way back, To gather his thoughts Take a deep breathe big sur Set the records straight Set the records straight And mind your place in order..
2.
Confines 03:33
Forgive me wondress, I’ve been wondering if You happened to make a run for it Like I told you before This isn’t your war and I won’t – fight you If it’s a pension that you’re after Don’t take this personal Kid you gotta fund the grips That makes moving possible Charge charge to that plastic that will bend And forgive in return / for your fair play I can’t be bothered / as ancient ruins reign again And incense burns the missing link / amidst the kings And stepping stones / punching in their timetables Having grown out of patience And canned laughter There are traces that can use some color, ohhhh My breakfast needs some butter And my friends all need a summer To get to their farming In step Pillows plow into the heads of bright young men Claiming independence / fading from daydreams And don’t you bother / to save what’s left of commonwealth Tie finger traps to figure eights Into bundles of crown city seats into Chairs and round tables Forgive me fairest / for I have been Testing limits / and what I’ve learned Is an army of man in the palm of my hands ain’t power like You in my arms Charge charge to that plastic that will bend And forgive in return / for your inheritance We’ll ride the starbird / until the well run well runs dry To the base of full blown enterprise Moves the price of re-tail bottom lines That still confines / that still defines That still confines you and I
3.
I've been waiting for the world to end But it's only getting bigger Been bending with all our strength But we're only paper thin & now that we're alone You'd think there'd be no pressure To hold our own In getting together In getting on with the show I've been paying mind To keeping touch Been mixing with chamber music (dark and mysterious) Let somebody know Just what it is you've ordered Take a tip from the delivery boy I'll be your dinner, Burning on the stove We were golden But not quite set in stone But for a moment A tablet on our tonsils Better let somebody go That's going through the motions Out of control Part of the anti-movement Part of the show We were golden But not quite set in stone But for a moment A capsule that we swallowed Better let somebody go That's going through the motions Out of control Part of the anti-movement Part of the show
4.
If you would just keep your head up You’d look like my outline playing dressup With a flash in a pan And a stolen glance You’re sweeter than a candy wrapper & Even simple pleasures can hold fancy equations & Come to fruition you know You may be a god-sent / Or an atheist There’s a war on our borders / Either way you look Either way you look (Tip toe across a tight-rope stage) Hurry up there’s mountains to belay Chip chop, light is limited Smile for the Camera You’re looking sharp like an arrow But you’re cold as the pharaoh Was before – a born again baby beluga Got in his head changed his outlook From the pick of the land to the grand opening With a pinch of wine / And a putti on a pedestal Secure and fastened for daisy buchanan Just a jumpin jack with baggage to claim to / To carry over… I just can’t wait – plain and simple To dance with you – to shake the darkness I just can’t wait…until it’s bright and early Here my hands have been out & Your best foot seems a bit forward oh ya A meeting where the middle happens Smile, for the camera / I’ll hike to novoskotia For all my little people out there Post marking on a landfill / hell yeah You may be a god-sent / Or an atheist There’s a war on our borders / Either way you look Either way you look (Tip toe towards the hopscotch coast Around the squares in the box ball tournament Out from the fort of pillow cases) Smile for the Camera
5.
Just some casual illusions and they’re there They’ve been sleeping through alarms Staying out late, been going and going Been playing the odds, so so long Go paint your nails more colorful Well whose still shivering Like they’ve been tampered with Underprepared according to plan Dropped some dead weight Bought a ticket, bored with belonging Like a secret envision, a forge of all My mights left to write Please, please don’t, use words like Please when the driver’s steering His train holds weight, you’re shifting Gears too slightly All those Siamese towns, unloading Trucks and trading secrets All worn and faded, we’re united intentions A ghost of a chance, like the ghost of A girl Who just floats, in my bedroom She used to walk up walls, with the Glue she had found at the bottom of broken shoes Please, please don’t, use words like Please when the driver’s steering This train holds weight, you’re Shifting gears too slightly All those Siamese towns, unloading Trucks and trading secrets Already to speak to soon, to get on With wherever you’re going I didn’t mean to be so open handed Just thought too long about my chances Been carrying on, carrying on, with what has been It’s motion sickness, like you can’t imagine Oh we’re Stretching to walk on - skipping steps that separate All those Siamese towns Unloading all that’s closest Until they are totally unbound, Totally unbound
6.
Wore that charm / Like a celebration throne From a marathon / Could taste your dust The trail, the distance / The thought of perseverance Rerun after Rerun until I was spinning I’m sailing blurs on wild jokes / Drinking coffee in the early hours Came across as a touch tone sensitive / With ringing bells filled with first impressions We must come to our senses / Not succumb to parallel dimensions She’s my corner / She’s my coroner She’s my misspelled alibi Bury bad news / For the start of the season Such a handsome fellowship / Where the forecast is luminous, up ahead Where it’s blue for summer Battle sounds marching drums / you might have some questions, but, there’re footsteps Stick and move / Got paths to tread before these bones are buried Will drift to shore / When the fighting’s over We must come to our senses / Not succumb to parallel dimensions She’s my corner / She’s my coroner She’s my misplaced title-wave Bury bad news / Past this spring’s collection In flexible spandex / Where the forecast is fitting, finely It’s blue this summer
7.
got one out left / a left out west looking forwards / where omissions aren’t carbon that split – in the end / i’ll be right – where we left off a chain on your neck / and some old English i couldn’t help / but being distracted as I followed each step / floating to the surface for one last breathe / a lift from an old friend and let’s not forget / we shook to never forget my falling curtain / my Sunday morning a stroke of lightning / on burning rubber my falling curtain / my Sunday morning it’s down to a science / that keeps us apart bygones are folding / the bridge of your legs half extended / on my stationary a childish pipe dream / left unsaid – that’s getting ahead of yourself / a balancing feat / a dance on the weekends some programmed machine and an apparent musician / a balancing feat a dance on the weekends / some programmed machine for the new time being my falling curtain / my Sunday morning a stroke of lightning / on burning rubber my falling curtain / my Sunday morning it’s down to a science / that keeps us in touch down to a science / keeping us in touch won’t reach out / you’re too obvious like a boomerang / like a century you – won’t reach out / aren’t we obvious a pittering pattern / for the new, time, being
8.
Our March 04:25
Your face lifts / Fortune’s last kiss Faintly withdrawing / Don’t be so sorry For being short of sure This is our march / This is our march You are my snowflake / Getting closer always Are you looking for a head start / Or are you just looking Are you fixing to leave a mark / Or just fixing what is broken Are you planning to make this right / Or just riding this out Are you missing the exit signs / Paying no matter This is our march / This is our march You are my snowflake / Getting closer to melting Think of what you’re asking us / We were sleeping under covers We rose to the forefront / To tap into resources To take to the streetcorners / To take to the river bending Down to central station / Where we’re evaporating This is our march / This is our march You are my snowflake / You’ll be my raindrop

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released April 7, 2008

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