the benefit of
having the makeup and clockwork i do
is that i am not afraid to
cut the fragile thread,
should i need to,
go to whatever length i must
to destroy every sense of livelihood and
of anyone who
chooses to wrong me
even those closest to me
for i fear no fear of remorse
becoming the demon
your absolute living hell
patient with a
the benefit of
Somewhere deep beneath the fog’s hue it began. the wind pried and the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds as the voice echoed. beyond the road full of fragmented branches and fallen stones, a calling which you slowly began to recognize as your own. deeper into the new world and there was a new voice. you kept on, determined to do the only thing you could do. but little by little, as you left the voices behind, the pain was so utter that it swallowed the substance up. then it covered the the abyss with a trance so memory could step above. shadows surrounding these bones. i only wanted to see what lies in your eyes. i need to know. open your eyes. open your eyes.
You wore a hoodless sweatshirt on your bed that night
With black leggings, I’ve never seen your face so white
Your honesty was killing me
The monsters in the room were all dancing to the music all around us
A door is always open if it isn’t closed
And a plant is said to be dead if it doesn’t grow
I will grow
There’s a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a soul
Oh, what a soul
I tried to be the middle-man between you and this list
I couldn’t move as the footsteps neared closer to me from the monsters that feed
I swore that I wouldn’t bleed
I won’t bleed
There’s a spirit in Montana and in your chest
A note that rings like the bells of cathedrals rung by the village scapegoat
As I walked slowly down your driveway to my car
I looked back and turned into salt
A pillar with a hat
"Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?"
how benighted it is
this game we play
like endless walls that hear no scream
painted faces waiting to be noticed
silent colors of the fading heart.
where the air is clear
a new home
filled by the flames of ghosts
voices that lead us back
to silent gold runaways
running between the emptiness.
to the silent night
in the darkness,
running around with our conscious
and love is gone.
i have dreamt of
a dark end
fearful for others
who i can no longer see
beyond the dirt and earth
what we have
is not enough
what we can
is fight for love.
in the darkness
before the dawn
i will fall
down to the earth
like a fallen thorn
leave the light on
the light on.
NOOSA “CLOCKTOWER” | VIDEO PREMIERE
"Clocktower" is the first single taken from Noosa’s debut album Wonderland. The song tells a story about the importance of living in the moment even though the grass may seem greener elsewhere. It was inspired by Noosa’s lifelong desire to move to the West Coast. “Growing up, my father took me to all of the places in California that were special parts of his childhood,” the singer/songwriter writes me in an email. She collaborated with director Jessie Hill to bring the meaning of the song to life. The story revolves around Noosa as she is picked up for her wedding by her best friend (played by Mishel Prada). As Noosa has second thoughts about getting married, she confides in her fantasy land of childhood figurines. The video ends on a hopeful note demonstrating that you’ll find love at the end of the rainbow when you least expect it. The video features iconic Los Angeles sights including Walt Disney’s 1950s Snow White Cottages.
Listen to Noosa Wonderland on Beats.
Chords of Me
i don’t like
because the tears
and once again I break
to myself for this day.
it’s a constant battle.
a war between
when Death comes
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it’s over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world
Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here’s not right today
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia’s all I got left
I don’t know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
Like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face that watches every time I lie
A face that laughs every time I fall
Watching every move
So I know that when it’s time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right beneath my skin
I don’t know what set me off first
But I know what I can’t stand