A Regret Of Ghosts

Too much time in my head,
A terrible place for any writer to be,
Doubly so on a night spent alone.
Try as I might to remain in the moment,
My mind wanders.
It’s what I’ve trained it to do.
Stretching out branches into the future and past.
To replay moments I wish I could try a different way.
To look at events that may never come to pass.
To invent conversations between people who may never meet.
To worry on things that may never go wrong.
All these souls, a regret of ghosts surrounding my bed.
Some have gone, some are now, and some will never be.
They chant an algorithmic anti-lullaby.
But should I manage to sneak off to sleep,
Disembodied smiles swipe masks from my bedside,
And chase me into stranger dreams.
Where they dance, and they sing about everything–
Except for what is real.

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The Tree Surgeon

The Tree Surgeon (New Version)

An early take on a new song, the first I’ve written in five years. Accompanied by a bit of nonimation.

Roadsong

roadsongI took my car today
and drove out for many miles
to where the road opens up
and the traffic disappears,
past seven islands of
fast food salvation,
past the edge of
radio reception,
where I found a song
from when I was younger.
As the darkness fell,
I sang it again…

There are roads branching off,
creeping over the horizon,
tracing paths into the unknown
where distant memories are held,
markers on the land where
I’ve left parts of my life behind,
let go of certain aspects,
abandoned ideas here
to be forgotten and fade away.
And I haven’t seen this
road since I was seventeen,
so sing it again…

Miles pass like the years,
each one faster than the last,
counting out the intersecting highways
like the rings of a tree.
Gravel kicks up memories below me,
the further I can get from where I was,
the closer I become to me,
so sing it again…

©Robert Emmett McWhorter 

The Overpass

overpassgirlAnchored to this parking lot,
Where crisp snow piles on window ledges
Like kaleidoscopes of sunlight,
Or a spectrum for your head.
You’ll look out from your bedroom,
as I stumble with the keys.
Will you walk me to the overpass
when I’m crumbling to my knees?

Staring down the frozen river,
You’ll elevate the spectacle.
And I’m not going to argue,
It’s like they’ve always said,
When it rains, you see red,
When it snows, you’ll see where you have been.

Pull through and see,
That these seas aren’t quite as black
As the mud inside your head,
And you’ll never walk again.

Snoring and ignorant,
You refuse to meet me,
Our words are whispered into lampshades,
Growing dustier and yellow.

Go home and scream.
There’s no one here you can tell it to,
And what do you do?
But hope the rocking chairs
Don’t turn to reminisce.

Rolling and rolling,
Out of controlling.

You spin,
You begin in your spin,
To begin to retrace,
The face you’re replacing,
Pasting new memories within.

And once it would have worked,
And yes, I guess our stars,
Still happen to align.

And I know, and I know, and I know
And I hate to remember how that song went,
The one they say we sung,
But I can’t recall it any longer,
And you never knew the words.

But we tried to sing along.
And I’ll try to recognize
Your handwriting,
Against all the works of history,
And masterpieces forged.

Dreaming of the frigid water,
You’ll celebrate the evacuation.
And I swear I won’t get sick again.
It’s not like they never said,
When it goes, it goes your way,
Until you blink and it goes away,
And it’s the only thing you’ve known.

Angled into this unmarked spot,
At dawn the snow begins to melt
Transmission from our yellow star
The buzz informs you who you are,
As it creeps in through the window,
and I crumble to my knees.
Will you walk me to the overpass
Where we can drown this old disease?

The Cal Sag

calsagtrailIf you need me
I’ll be selling life insurance at the porn shop
I’ll be buying fake drugs from a bad cop
I’ll be waiting for other shoe to drop
at the sock hop

If you need me, yeah if you need me
If you need me, then I need you

But if you’re leaving
You can pack up all your memories in your pink bag
Forget them as you dump them into the Cal Sag
Tell me exactly when I became a drag
with your Red Flag

Robert Emmett Get It Together (2010)

If you’re leaving, yeah, get out if you’re leaving
If you’re leaving, I’m leaving too

So if you need me
When you’re cleaning your old corners with some new mop
and you’re sipping on a cool drink with your hot cop
and you’re looking for a way just to make it stop
Go out on top

If you’re leaving, yeah if you’re leaving
If you’re leaving, I’ll leave with you

© Robert Emmett McWhorter/
Published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

Dry


Robert Emmett Fling CD 2006After it rains
Im finding my way
To who I was
When it was dry
After it rains
Ill go outside

After tonight
Its starting again
To who were are
When there is light
After tonight
I’m going dry

Can you ever feel like it’s raining everywhere?
Can you fell it in the air?

What’s wrong with you?
What’s wrong with me?
What’s wrong with everything?

After it rains
Im finding my things
And getting out
While I’m Alive
I’ll try to live
I’ll go outside

After the night
We shouted it out
To who we are
When we are not
After that night
It wouldn’t dry.

© Robert Emmett McWhorter/ 
published by Hermetic Medical Records (ASCAP)
all rights reserved

Take Me In

second handlerTake me in,
It’s not sin unless
You’re sure of what you’re doing,
And I’m always misconstruing
What you say.

And you told me it’s not love
Until our toes are all pointed upward.

And I admire you so much
I have to think of you
As several different people,
Standing together,
With your eyes to the sun,
And a large financial backer
At your side.

When you said my head would heal
I couldn’t tell
If you were generally concerned,
Or just stalling for time
While you his the ice-pick.

When you said that love would rule
I didn’t know
That you planned to raise an army.
Now I’m trying to enlarge my breasts
So you’ll talk to me again.

Take me in,
Take me off your mailing list.
I don’t want your
Plain-wrapped packages no more.

 

©Robert Emmett McWhorter/
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

(invisibility)

REACHOUT

The Invisible Girl

Robert Emmett ‘Invisible Girl’ demo 2009

I must admit I could not see you
At first you took me by surprise
I wasn’t look as silently as you snuck in
A shadow hiding behind a shy smile

I can’t believe I didn’t see you
Each word was pointing at a star
It didn’t matter as much as the order
After the facts all fall down
and pointing us right back where we are

And I saw you
And I’ll see you
And I see you now

It’s Funny to think, how everything is like paper and ink
Or dots on the screen when they’re close enough to be seen
it’s just red blue and green
and miles and miles of emptiness in between

You wouldn’t let anybody see you
You don’t accept add requests from bands
I pinged your packets and said
I just came back to get my jacket
the puppets fell right out of your hand.

© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

the breeze

blue caveScratch out all my lines
until I am invisible
in certain degrees.
A breeze worse than winter.

Smash my coma
with a hammer.
Splinter on my spine.
Kick out the TV.
Stand up,
the real me.

Time takes its own sweet time.
You know how it can,
if you’ve seen it.
Stuck on your own
sweet time goes on without you.

© Robert Emmett McWhorter

Constellations

horoTrace the stars
Draw your path
Walk in the shapes
of Constellations
Tell everyone
That you’re wandering
aimless
Don’t let on the plan
Don’t let on…

Make your bed
Of grass and gravel
Sleep in the peace
of Constellations
Tell everyone
That they’re rich and
they’re famous
Don’t let on the plan
Don’t let on…

I’d get high
But I’m afraid of heights
I’d get high
I wobble when I drive
And my heart is
made of Styrofoam
It’s been packaged
Just for you

Talk with the stars
Make a promise
To live in the loft
of Infatuation
Tell my everything
Where your wandering
Mind Is
Tell me the plan
Tell me…

(august 1993)
© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

Grapes

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