the lyrics of the songs that capture

rickety bridge by cecil otter featuring dessa of doomtree. live at the fitzgerald theatre


well as soon as you got out from the aim of the sniper
you took a rest next to the fangs of a viper


but it’s raining tonight for you
i know you love the rain, I watch you drink it up and strike another flame
and when you came to show your face to the animals, 
who swore it was intangible to orchestrate a radical


i saw your eyes go from lower case to capital
it’s like you had to pull the rug from underneath yourself to feel alive


i’ve seen the size of that painting in your mind 
and I can be the frame when it arrives
we’ll drive until the sun comes up
with a better way to burn us 
and when it does we’ll make our getaway
and surface when the moon is full, 
it’s beautiful
we left the root of all evil rotten in the ground
we’re bound to live another way, like some underpaid runaways.
it’s an understatement. 
turn the page, 
there’s too much to say.
so from the pavement we walk into the faces we haunt 
into the weight of the cross we bear, 
we repair the stitches and beware the witches


the kids are sickly, they’re panicked, and they’re anxious.
they’re lookin’ for a woman with a command of the language
we watch them beat their hands against the cages
from the outside they’re lookin’ to get back in
and as soon as they got out from the aim of their sniper
they took a rest next to the fangs of the viper
but it’s raining tonight for you
i know you love the rain, 
i watch you drink it up and strike another flame
and when you came to show your face to the animals, 
who swore it was intangible to orchestrate this radical
i saw your eyes go from lower case to capital
it’s like you had to pull the rug from underneath yourself to feel alive

so from the pavement we walk into the faces we haunt 
into the weight of the cross we bear,
we repair the stitches and 
beware the witches 


the kids are sickly, they’re panicked, and they’re anxious.
they’re lookin’ for a woman with a command of the language
we watch them beat their hands against the cages
from the outside they’re lookin’ to get back in

and we're looking and we're laughing
we're laughing like little kids

and it's a rickety, rickety, rickety bridge

and i'd love to walk that rickety, rickety, rickety bridge
with you
everyday.


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reprieve from struggles

take a breath
to remind himself
he was alive

turned and looked
right at her

quickly disappeared inside
shutting himself away from the world


he'd forgotten to eat
again


had been determined for these weeks or months


depending on the entire process

but at the end of the day
knew he'd given it his best

the triumph is not the story, the journey is the story

http://bostonglobe.com/opinion/editorials/2012/08/05/judo-champ-kayla-harrison-tosses-demons-mat/5ignvoDVQ0whG7m4do2s5L/story.html

living story

they've all got a story to tell.

do you understand that?

wanted

did God want him so much?
he pushed back
"i don't know you."

bitter and mad
always been quiet
he looked down

"you came into my life."

i said you're free.

"i'm not free to go. i can walk away.
but then i'll still be thinking of you."

so just go.

but he didn't go.
that thought didn't scare him nearly enough to make him walk away.

pyromania

trying to start a campfire.
all those little hooligans

doused the wood
light fluid
match to the wood

fire seemed to spurt and fizzle
fascinated
get this fire started

"we'll figure this out"

"we learned how to make fire.
want me to show you?"

"no."

learning friendship

"do i scare you that much?"
"you don't scare me one bit."

"play with us."
"i don't know."
funny little shiver

he couldn't resist it
she seemed shocked

she had him
he wanted to be left alone
she smiled