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THE LYRICS OF VUZZ

TRANQUILITY
All you ever have is now.
Let the teachers show you how.
Release your fear and set your spirit free.
Exhale into tranquility.

Don’t let your thoughts control you.
Let your heart’s desire mold you.
Be who you are not what you want to be.
Surrender to uncertainty.

Don’t let limitations define you.
Let your beating heart remind you.
Live and let live passionately
Exhale into tranquility.

Happiness is in your grasp.
Let self-doubt be your last.
Release your fear and set your spirit free.
Exhale into tranquility.


BALTIMORE
The stoic city of Baltimore
stands carved out of pure land.
Pewter glazed and overcast, she is chaste.
We will never be here again. (x2)

In steel-stained overpass,
her solemn lack of grass,
her grace—she pumps gas.
Fumes punch holes in the air.
We will never be here again. (x2)

Far-flung,
an aging Nebelung couldn’t
peg you from a leather-jacket
left in a back alley storm drain.
You thought gettin’ drunk with the boys
was all fun and games.
You chased dames.
Neon promises
flickered in your brain.
You saw visions of grandeur through chain link fences.
You made decisions,
granted. The ticket to Easy Street
was in your hand. You just needed
a little chicken scratch to scratch a little chick’s itch,
old-timey kitsch.
You were a sucker for it then just like
you sucked down Heinekens.
Looking through the bottom of the glass
put green in your eyes again.
That gave way to thick purple skies
when they dragged you outside.
They Mistook you for a shnook, you cried
aloud, alone to the concrete shrink.
Pour me another drink.

The inertia of her people pulse predictably.
Gregarious bartenders gesticulate.
Out-of-towners drink happily,
unlaminated to this depressed place.
Blue collared boys,
their eyes nearsighted to this land-laid waste.
Either way, we will never be here again.
We will never be here again. (x4)

Far-flung,
an aging Nebelung couldn’t
peg you from a leather-jacket
left in a back alley storm drain.
You thought gettin’ drunk with the boys
was all fun and games.
You chased dames.
Neon promises
flickered in your brain.
You saw visions of grandeur through chain link fences.
You made decisions,
granted. The ticket to Easy Street
was in your hand. You just needed
a little chicken scratch to scratch a little chick’s itch,
old-timey kitsch.
You were a sucker for it then just like
you sucked down Heinekens.
Looking through the bottom of the glass
put green in your eyes again.
That gave way to thick purple skies
when they dragged you outside.
They Mistook you for a shnook, you cried
aloud, alone to the concrete shrink.
Pour me another drink.


DARLING EBB
It’s so loud, yet out of reach.
I want to climb from this balcony
to touch the beach, touch the beach.

My heart is leaping from my chest.
I want to climb onto the ledge
and feel the sand beneath my feet.
I want to climb from this balcony
to touch the beach, touch the beach.

I don’t know why.
I’ve never been afraid to die.
But to my outstretched hand—like a bird
—and throw my body to the land.
I feel the waves. I know I can
almost feel my skeleton being reclaimed—
finally saved.

I want to climb into the waves
and feel the sand beneath my feet.
I want to climb from this balcony
to touch the beach, touch the beach.

Feel the waves. Estuary. (x4)


SACRED POOL
She visited the sacred pool
seeking spiritual power.
And with special medicine
she circled the mountain trail.
She entered the prayer pool
and was devoured by the water.
She was devoured by the water

Her body rose to the top.
And she asked unto the Gods
for her prayers to be fulfilled,
for herself to be ignited.
She was ignited.

She visited the sacred pool
and was devoured by the water.
She asked unto the Gods
For the strength of nature’s daughter.

And she rose her hands above,
and she asked unto the Gods,
for her prayers to be fulfilled,
and she felt the perfect love.

In a private quest for life,
she painted her body white
with two eagle eyes,
in a private quest for sight.

Her body rose to the top
and she asked unto the Gods
for her prayers to be fulfilled,
for herself to be ignited.
Woman ignited.


LOVERS CLASHED LIKE LIGHTING AGAINST THE RAIN
Fill me up gently
like rain into a yellow pale
left outside by a child, yesterday.

Whisper to me slowly
that thing you told me just the other day,
inspired in some type of way by Robert Frost.

And when you speak, that tongue of yours
curls like ocean waves that swirl
around me, saturating my desire

And when you think that I am gone,
I’m just a shimmer in the wind
dressed in the dew from hills it skimmed.
You cast a glance that catches mine,
send shivers running up my spine

Your naked breasts are stark and plain,
glistening amidst the rain.


COSMIC CREME FRAISCHE
We’re in a star sea fortress,
solar systems swimming towards us—
a milky way connect the dots

Meet me in a cosmic disco
in Paris, France or San Francisco—
A solar field of forget-me-nots

Take me in a supernova,
exploding upward, swallowing us
until our universe is one—
Til we are one. (x4)

Universe is one (x8)


WISHING WELL
One of the living,
Just one of the living,
One of the living,
Just one of the living.

This is no Cinderella story.
I was just a little girl
falling down a wishing well.
When they pulled me up
All the people were thrilled—
staring at me, expecting good things.
Then their interest waned.
Now I’m just one of the living.

Turning thirteen,
my body blossoming,
falling down, I scraped my knee.
When I looked up they were all laughing at me,
calling at me, and being real mean.
Then their interest waned.
What changed?
Now I’m just one of the living (x4)

My 15 minutes of fame
Was falling down a wishing well


VOICES
What is this feverish ringing?
A voice on the TV saying you can never go back.
Reeling with impatience, I crack.
This cackle of self-repose, I relapse

Voices are so damaging.
I exalt the silence.
I’m so excited.
Something uglier than violence
is my own stale voice.
Voices (x2)

We’re both cripples you and I,
with splinters behind these lies.
Why makes sounds with our faces,
why speak?
There’s weakness in the utterance of the weak.
Our cancerous negativity.

Voices are so demanding.
I exalt the golden “yes,”
exhale this stress
with these fists against my chest, yes.
Voices are so damaging.
I exalt the silence.
My sentence of sadness—
something uglier than violence—
is my own stale voice.

And a motor humming,
even a faucet running
is a symphony
…and the bells, bells, bells
for the anarchy of poetry
and laughter used to harm another
Voices (x4)


HEAVEN
My words fly up. My thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts, never do heaven go.

I want to take flight,
take a trip around the sun tonight
with you as my pupil,
with you as my guide.
Let’s take to the skies wide-eyed.

There’s worlds behind these words,
where language intersects and flows,
where words fly up and thoughts remain below. (x2)

There’s sadness in your song,
a sorrow to your singing.
It hasn’t been there all along.
Something’s wrong.
Let’s give our words wings.

There’s music in our thoughts,
where synapses connect and grow,
where words fly up and thoughts remain below. (x2)

My words fly up. My thoughts remain below
Words without thoughts. Never do heaven go


SQUISH FUNK
Unstuck in time, it’s my
journey through the looking glass.
I’m booking fast
through the slowly forming curvature
of a constellation pointing
at two paths.
Illuminated by the oceans enigmatic automatic
kinda-like a lunar elemental light beam
unseen to the naked eye.
Word to the wise, I was
only chasing fireflies.

She sleeps in a flowerbed way up in the sky,
bathes in the colors of the monarch butterfly.
The Butterfly,
you’re on my mind.
Pistil made of molten sand.
Drive the bullet through my hand.
Looking-glass-eyes cracked wide
stare right through to the other side,
gazing at the violet sunrise.

Standing at the edge of the Hebrides,
got a buckle in the knees.
Never been a breeze
to crash against the jagged cliffs
that pierce so silently
through the windswept mist
that slightly missed the
shadows dancing on the walls of the
mouth of a cave that was south of a
grave mistake, but one I’d gladly make.
Shake me loose of this mortal coil.
I cannot breathe, nor can I toil.
Another second of this abyss,
give me one more kiss

Swimming in the squish funk,
missing, kissing, rose petal lips
of a wild one living in the sky.
Take a nose dive,
waiting on the wings of the Monarch butterfly.


POCKET KNIFE
I walk, footsteps like a heartbeat down the hall.
You’re breathing like the walls are breathing.
I hear you muttering, “you’re home.”
It’s my choice to enter,
but I have a secret…

in my coat, in my hand, folded like a baby cancer.
Warm metal finger.
trace the grain of my freedom in stainless steel:
A pocketknife serene.

Release the blade each day.
Slivers of metal with their fingers splayed
purchased at a drug store.
Your hands on my shoulders.
Every day, my fingers turning into blades.
My fingernails are shaved metal.
I don’t hate you, but something awaits.
Something awaits…

in my coat, in my hand, folded like a baby cancer.
Warm metal finger.
trace the grain of my freedom in stainless steel:
A pocketknife serene.

May you never know what lies inside
May you never know my secret life
May you never know my deadly darling pocketknife


GLIMPSE
At turquoise room,
a tender realization,
a turntable playing low.
Meet me where curtains hang,
everywhere but the window oh oh.

Skin on skin,
arched back,
tongues together in whispers.
Steepled fingers,
a rooster crows,
climax in ripples oh oh.