Sunday |
My tears will fall all dayThis is the only givenYou could call seeing it's SundayAnd I'd say "Hello Mister"All the while feathers would scrape within my chestA thousand frightened birds moving up towa...
Posted by Emily O’Halloran on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 06:59:00 PST |
Distance |
You will be fonder of me When i am no longer hereWhen you're laying in the arms of anotherAnd she asks about meYou'll say my nameYour eyes will look up and to the leftYou'll remember something;The way...
Posted by Emily O’Halloran on Tue, 08 May 2007 05:33:00 PST |
Pioneer |
My voice is like an old Tom Waits recordScratched and stuck on Blue ValentineMy melodrama is the only spice found in this kitchenDripping taps and you, you expecting dinner!How pedestrian! How mediocr...
Posted by Emily O’Halloran on Mon, 07 May 2007 06:41:00 PST |
New York City |
You listen to the chimes
It means the wind has come to feather your disillusions
You have no choice but to look upwards
The skirts of the Great Gods are billowing
You dont understand love
One night wi...
Posted by Emily O’Halloran on Wed, 02 May 2007 10:25:00 PST |
Kathleen |
Tom Waits found his Kathleen
So did Bill Shields
Im someones Emily
But i'd be a Kathleen
For either or both of 'em
Anyday
Posted by Emily O’Halloran on Wed, 02 May 2007 10:07:00 PST |
