Category: AV

I’d like to dream
My troubles all away
On a bed of California stars

Jump up from my starbed
Make another day
Underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes
On vines that shine
And warm the lovers’ glass
Like friendly wine

So I’d give this world
Just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars

I’d like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I’d like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars

I’d love to feel
Your hand touching mine
And tell me why
I must keep working on

Yes I’d give my life
To lay my head tonight on a bed
Of California stars

—California Stars, Woodie Guthrie

I had a vision: I begged and I pled.
I had a vision: I wanted to be dead.

But you said there’s nothing you can do
to turn deception true.

— Dum Dum Girls

I keep cutting and cutting it close.
We’ll keep going until we’re a ghost.

No matter–whatever.
Let’s get lost together.
And stay here forever.

—Blondfire

When your calling ain’t calling back to you
I’ll be side-stage mouthing lines for you
Humiliated by age, terrified of youth
I got hope but my hope isn’t helping you

Wake up puddle-eyed, sleeping in a suit
The truth is ugly well, I feel ugly too
We’ll be heroes on every bar stool
Seeing double beats not seeing one of you

Spitting our guts from their gears
Draining our spleen over years
Found my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there

Well you stole the heart right out my chest
Changed the words that I know best
Found my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there

— St. Vincent

All of the feelings that I know you’ve never felt
And all of the simple words you never said
I want you to keep them like a secret to yourself…

They’re not for me.

I want you to wander silent past my outstretched arms.
I want you to hide yourself from all I see.
And though my heart will fight until its dying breath…

You’re not for me.

— Delta Spirit

Haunt me down in the white sands.
Haunt me ’til I’m home.
Healer, heal me with all your hands.
Let the big sky bring the ghost.
Oh, the wild in your eyes I have known.
Blue prim.
Violin.
And 101.

Black water river.
Cobble stone street.
See these crowns,
Are white stains on my teeth.

Just a couple of kids.
Hungry for everything.
Honey, that little girl
Is still alive inside me.

Having too much beneath
The scorpion tree.
Another hand
Holding you to sleep.
Oh, California,
You always keep ’em easy.
A sun-kissed silhouette.
In need of nothing.

Haunt me down in the white sands.
Haunt me ’til I’m home.
Healer, heal me with all your hands.
Let the big sky bring the ghost.
California, keep the wild as gold.
Blue prim.
Violin.
And the 101.

— Mount Moriah