Fiction and Fact

I know you’re playin’, your precious poet’s heart out, at that sweet, secluded old bar,
I’m more than 200 kilometres away, talkin’ to my guitar.
And I am livin’ in my vivid imagination, I hear those words pour from your mouth,
Oh, like a slow, sumptuous rain, after the drought.
CHORUS:
So baby, just let me drink in your words,
and I’ll pretend that they’re for me, with every chorus and verse.
I dream you say my name, say my name the way you say hers.
Don’t you know daydream, delusion and denial, you know they make me feel alright.
Make me forget you’ll be goin’ home to her, at the end of the night.
I hear the love that spills from your lips,
while truth and beauty pours from your soul,
I’m so dry and thirsty honey, from all these years, on my own.

So baby, just let me drink in your words,
and I’ll pretend that they’re for me, with every chorus and verse.
I dream you say my name, say my name the way you say hers.

Why do I love the ones already taken ?
(“can’t help it, it’s just a habit”)
Any why do I set myself up for heart-achin’?
(breaking heart, I guess I gotta have it”)

Baby let me drink in your words, and I’ll pretend that they’re for me and not for her,
In my mind the lines become blurred, between what is fiction and fact I dream you say my name, I hear you say my name the way you say hers.

Four-Four
I’ve been looking for days, for someone who can cope with my restless gypsy ways.
Make me want to stop hanging out, all those late liquor nights.
I’d rather be home with him when the day greets its light.
Yes I would.

I’ve been looking and hoping for weeks, for that guy to come gallantly sweep me off my feet.
And I’d be oh, so inspired; new melodies and rhyme.
Not worry ‘bout things like, illusion of time.

Yes and I’d keep him guessing.
Wondering what would be my next move.
But like the weather these days, I can be unpredictable;
depending on my mood.

Oh yes and maybe, just maybe when I cease to look,
he’ll come around and find me there, like in those fairy-tale books.
And he’ll just take me for who I am; join my daydream kind of world.
And recognize that I am not that common four/four kind of girl.
I like to think in 16/32 sometimes.

Oh and I’ve been looking for all of my life, for that guy who’ll get that I’m not 9-5.
I’m not lazy, a little crazy but I like who I am, I see the beauty in music, so I do it ‘cause I can.

Yes and I’d keep him yearning for more.
He’d never tire of me.
And I’d be sure, to keep him on his toes;
to avoid complacency.

Yes and maybe just maybe when I cease to look,
he’ll come around and find me there, like in those fairy-tale books,
And he’ll take me for who I am, join my daydream kind of world.
Recognize that I’m not that common four/four kind of…kind of girl.

I’ve, tried those shoes on. Oh so many times before.
Oh but I’m not Cinderella.
They don’t fit; not even when I try to force it.

Yes well maybe, just maybe when I stop looking,
He’ll find me instead, and say to me in the morning.
“Girl I love you for who you are, wouldn’t change you for the world”
He’d love me for the simple fact that I’m not that four/four kind of girl.

November

Sun sinks low, hides behind horizon; daylight glow, just a dream.
I don’t know whose finger’s on the trigger; leads us away from grasses green.

We long for golden days when the sun, the sun would cast his brilliant rays,
On all the things we had and who we were.
But we were August then, and so sure we’d make it.
You encouraged me to try and recall, shining times I remember.
But history and memory have written on my wall,
depicting us as November.
And now we long for golden days, when the sun cast all his brilliant rays,
on every little thing we said and did.
But we were August then, so unguarded; now we fake it.
Bodies once entwined, you the trelice, I the vine.
Still rich with fruit of the summer.
But the dark clouds that touch us now, lay frost upon each barren bough; long gone wide-eyed wonder.
Though the sun still does arise, clouds hang on these heavy eyes.
Sweet sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
how far away that river seems.
All was warm and all was bright until winter turned us into night.
And now we long for golden days when the sun cast all his brilliant rays,
right down to our hearts, through our skin.
Why can’t we just go back and begin?
Unjaded.
Sun sinks low.

Sarah Calvert, SOCAN, 2009

See My Light

You came to me, the day I was leavin’,
concerned about my state of mind.
Said I was chasing a place, an unknown fate,
far too elusive, that I’d never find.

I said “Thanks for your words, but they will not be heard,
My destiny lies on that plane.
Thought I could escape it all, the past could just crumble and fall,
As I’d hover over the pain.

CHORUS:
So don’t worry ‘bout me now, I’m more than alright,
think about me, when you see fireflies at night.
I may be gone…..I may be gone, but you can still,
see my light.

And the part of me, you always wanted to see,
was buried below, and would not be revealed.
‘Til that part of me was allowed to break free,
and now it’s shining so brightly, no longer concealed.

And this new me, baptized by the sea,
no longer afraid, not alone.
“Cause I’ve been washed clean, by the waves of eternity,
and they have taken me home.

CHORUS
So don’t worry about me now, I’m more than alright,
think about me, when you see fireflies at night.
I may be gone, yes I may be gone, but you can still,
see my light.

BRIDGE:
Have you ever wondered, what there is to discover,
the place where we won’t feel pain anymore?
What will we find, when we leave all behind, our own treasure, washed up on shore……on the shore………

CHORUS:
So don’t worry about me now, I’m more than alright,
think about me when you see fireflies at night.
I may be gone, I may be gone but you can still see my light.
Yes I may be gone…..I am gone, but my spirit has just taken flight.
Yes I am gone……but you can still see my light.

Slow It Down

Three days, nothing to do; abandon the cars, map our way with the stars.

Three days, nowhere to be; except here and now ask not why when or how.

Three days. nothing to do; watch the water, feel wind.

Journey within.

No plans are the best ones when you feel you’ve lost your way.

Open yourself up, to the beauty of each new day.

And no plans are the best ones when you’re feeling all burnt out.

Banish the clocks and the watches,

Slow it down. Slow it down. Slow it down. Slow it down.

Three days, nothing to do but surrender to time, relax and unwind.

Three days nowhere to be, but under blankets of night, then in arms of daylight.

Three days, nothing to do, only choice to be made: will we lounge in the sun or the shade?

The sun or the shade?

No plans are the best ones when you feel you’ve lost your way,

Open yourself up, to the beauty of each new day.

No plans are the best ones when you’re feeling all burnt out.

Banish the clocks and the watches,

Slow it down. Slow it down. Slow it down. Slow it down.

Three days, nothing to do; abandon the cars, map our way with the stars.