How Does Your Garden Grow?

(written by kevin griffin)

"calmly, like a razor
I got us on the door,"
Or "i got a tape of 'clerks'
Someone left the night before."

So i come over later,
You're sitting in that chair
Smoking on your cigarette
Fingering you hair

So i get drunk and stoned,
Every time you come around.

Twenty-nine and aimless
You bartend down on fourth
Your parents pay insurance
And the parson's audit course

Over-schooled and uninspired
Tust fund up your nose
All that wasted talent but, uh
Ain't that how it always goes?

So i get drunk and stoned,
Every time you come around.
Yeah, yeah yeah

So long allison foley
So long, bye-bye

(come up higher, take a step higher)
Sometimes you understand
The reasons how you went astray
But least of all the answer,
That it hurts to watch you waste away.

So i get drunk and stoned,
Every time you come around.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So long, allison foley
So long, bye-bye

(written by kevin griffin)

You come walking like someboby's lover
You come talking like somebody's friend
You wouldn't be here if i was unwilling
We both want the same thing

Pull
We both want the same thing

Brother, sister
Anoint me, absolve me
Take me with you
Below hell
You won't be here if i were unwilling
We both know what i bring

Pull
We both want the same thing

Around, surround
You subjugate me
Feel your pull
Effortlessly
Fuck me up
I'm begging you please
We both want the same thing

Pull
We both want the same thing

(written by kevin griffin)

Your pain makes you beautiful, you love to lose control,
And mediocrity's rewarded so set your standards low.
In an imploding star, or a burned out car, i implore you.
In a carbon-arc or a dim lit park, i implore you.

Suck me in, i'm willing, i get off when you go on
Let me be your fate. pour it on, pour it on.
In a country fair or union square, i implore you
In a shrouded face or a spray of mace, i implore you.
I implore you.

Cryptic? elemental.
You transcend when you succumb.
One last shred of frailty left,
Embedded in our bones.
In an imploding star, or a burned out car, i implore you
In a carbon-arc or a dim lit park, i implore you

So do it again, do it again, do it again. this is what it means
Particle.

So do it again, do it again, do it again. this is what it means
Particle.

along the edges, colors blur at seem familiar.
While you read your magazine,
I was counting all the markers.

And california seemed to draw you like a siren
From a postcard, or a letter, in a frame of film melting.

But under you, i hear your breath move in, out slowly.
Under you, let go completely feeling you take over me.

A hollywood flat where we'd laugh about our fortunes
Well we held jobs in this bar down at 3rd and san vicente.
And ramen noodles at 4:30 in the morning,
When we barely could survive, i was never more alive.

Under you, i feel your blood flowing out slowly.
Under you, let go completely feeling you take over me

You moved in slow degrees
A sudden memory
You're a leonard cohen song

But every now and then i'd swear
I see you standing on a sidewalk, in a
Restaurant, from a taxi passing by.

Under you i feel you moving in, out slowly
Under you let go completely feeling you take over me.

Take over me.

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Calling from that porch again
Low dress blowing in the wind
(i should have known i'd regret it later)
But she blow like a tsunami

I like it like that
I like it like that
I like it like that

Terra cotta, window pane
Brown skin soaking up the rain
(i should have been a cynical writer)
But she don't care just where he be

I like it like that
I like it like that
I like it like that

She can move you!
She can move you!
What's your name?
Destiny.

I like it like that
I like it like that
I like it like that

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You in your coat
Writing a note,
"dear sal, i hope you'll agree..."

Then catching a bus,
Just after dusk,
A one way trip to the city.

A cold water flat.
A hot plate,
A hat.
The want ads are strewn on the floor.
And you get so mad, when your ma and dad
Reflect when you look in the mirror.

But i see you there
Nude at the top of the stairs
(but so far away)
And i recall all
Your dreams and your schemes
Moving me.
The plans that we made,
A street serenade

You can't be like your brother and mike,
Content just to live and get by.
I hope that you're fine,
At 13th and 9.
Waxing or waning?
Your call.

But i see you there
A light at the top of the stairs
But so far away
And i recall all your
Hands and your plans moving me
The sense that it made
A street serenade.

(written by kevin griffin)

Cut me out of this role.
I can't play it anymore.
It must be something in the water here.

Give me up,
I confess.
I feel as though i'm living less.
The strangest gravity affects my way.
Because i was born incomplete,
Drowning in the brevity.
Kind of like a road you're travelling on.

Everything in 2's
You often lose
You make me whole again
Everything in 2's
You never knew
You'd make me whole again.

Someone said, someone wrote,
We're floating tethered to a rope.
So complicate me,
I could use the weight.
In how you move the scenery,
Lover, how you mirror me.
But stop me if you've heard it all before.

And now and again,
You find yourself over your head.
In a cynical time, in you i find
A reason to live.

Cut me out of this role
I can't play it anymore
It must be something in the water here.

(written by kevin griffin)

We're all a scene in mona's dream...

A paris street.
A quiet stream.
Far away from cabrini green.
Forgotten love at seventeen,
Where her children got a chance,
Not a dead end street.

Cause some got religion,
And some got drugs,
Some got money and,
Some got love,

All of her days in a dry-eyed haze,
Just another scene in mona's dream.