"Art is just dreams put to paper"

Act I: brilliance (i sing the body illuminated)

there is elegance in the organic

every vein dances with grace, the pristine sanguine

the clockwork life of a cell is a small infinity

there's a perfection in the sturdy shipshape of bone

an eroticism in the languid stretch of a muscle fiber

and all the deep intrigue of

form in life's light

for the benediction bestowed on me

when your hand twitches and

you are light, you are light, you are light.

Act II: shade (to touch)

i am of the dark

i am not of form

as of you, my heart

like the fuzzy forms of your peripheral

i am better to behold

in silhouette

as the dark, of the dark

i pour my heart outward

and you are light, you are

all around and you fill me,

fill me and you are

light you are light i am

dark you are light and i am

burning.

burning burning burning burning

you hurt to touch

burning burning

if i touch will you crumble? will i?

burning

Act III: equilibrium (the fire sermon, revisited)

and i burned

and eliot wrote, good fellow, tried my own

ancient mother tongue like gossamer in his

mouth, wrote shantih shantih shantih

peace be unto your wretched soul.

but i am shadow touching light and

there is no peace here.

i am in the still-burning city

there is no Lord of augustine's love

here and still thou pluckest me out

are you in carthage? i will come to you

after all, to touch dark as light

must hurt as much as

to touch light as dark

and we will stand in the flaming ruin

and simply see the fire.

as to me, so to you.

as above, so below.

as without, so within.

fire

burning

bliss

here by popular demand (by which i mean i wanted to post it), my first song, salt marsh swing!!! hi my name’s sil and the juxtaposition between hindustani and western music in my life prompts me to belt more than is necessary or probably healthy anyway i wrote this for class but take it

Intro: [Am F G Em, Am F, C, B7, Em (molto rit.) Em E]

VERSE 1

               Am                             F

I’ve got a bite and a file, and a something vile, 

               C           Em

when I’m on the way

                Am                            F

I’ve got a gash on my face, oh, what a disgrace, 

       C                    Em

as I turn the other way

BRIDGE 1

      F                                            

My veins filled with blood 

              C

are now mingled with mud

            F                                 

Till the end of my days

          Em

that’s how it will stay

CHORUS

Am

    Behind each sinner

F

    There is a song

C                                               Em

    One that’s been going on for far too long

             Am                                 F

And the salt marsh swing never did no harm

               C  Em  Am

When I’m on the run

VERSE 2 

                     Am                                 F

We’ve got a rule and a tool, and he’s such a fool,                                       

                C           Em 

when I’m on the way

            Am                                            F

I see a noose hanging loose, I’ll never reach my 

                C                    Em

truth, as I turn the other way

BRIDGE 2 

      F 

My hands red with blood

              C

Are now mingled with mud

            F

‘Till the end of my days

         Em                   

that’s how it will stay, that’s how it will stay

CHORUS x2

prickly pair shot me point blank in the heart, punched me in the wound and then rubbed salt over the whole thing so here’s a song about it

intro: Am F C Em Am F C Em

Am             F                      C                   Em

hello, how are you? can i help you today?

Am             F                      C                   Em

but you don’t need me… well that’s fine! it’s okay!

Am             F                      C                   Em

i’ve got some flowery friends in the greenhouse for me

Am             F                      C                   Em

i’m gonna go with them and spend my day happily

  F                    C

i talk without speaking

     G                       Am

i speak but don’t say

F                              C         E

i think me and the ferns are gonna hide away

            F                       C                        Em        Am

there’s prickly patterns in my skin and i feel so alone

     F                       C                        Em                        Am

i think that i would talk to you but my walls are overgrown

     F                                            C     

i’m trapped in a hedge maze of all of my bad days 

       Em                            Am

can somebody set me free?

      F                C                    Am             G  C

i’m goin’ to the garden, i’ll be back when i’m happy

   C      E         Am        F(or Dm)