gold house

by Chelsey Weber-Smith

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released 01 November 2014

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outlaw country for sweet sad sacks

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Track Name: colors
Tell me about the blue,
how it wounded you
right underneath your eye
like a bee sting in the summer time.
Your father carried you away from the hive
under his arm, while you cried.

And no, I don't think red looks good on you.
You tried your anger on
but it always fit a little loose.
Oh child of the sky,
if the blue, it hurts too bad,
then look for the green
and see it roll across the land.

Tell me about the gold,
how it made you old.
It was just the setting sun
on the swimming pool
but you were young enough
to believe in truth.
A girl, she stood very close to you,
her clothes in her arms,
too shy to move.

And no, I don't see the turning of the leaves.
I tried everything,
I don't know what you want from me.
Oh darling of the sun,
if the gold, it cuts too deep,
remember the good white moon
hanging over your black sleep.

Palms up, catch what falls,
you cry full rosaries and then you stop.

Tell me about the rose,
how you watched it close.
You tacked it on your wall,
it dried out nice, it dried out small.
You swore that you heard somebody call
out your name, from down the hall.
Track Name: new humans
Muses come again to me leaving the gold house,
do your cool thoughts and wanton heart still weigh upon your brow?
I felt it too on the hill of the Muse, staring at the Aegean Sea
What worries you, my tenth dark muse, well it worries me.

Phaedo laid his perfect head on the lap of Socrates.
He loved him then at the trials end, and cried into his knees.
Old Socrates would drink the tea, twists Phaedo's golden curls
The last words he said was to fix a debt and died quiet for the world.

Oh, what love.

Lorca raised his heavy head to stare into the trees.
He didn't know how but he held dark sound in his small body.
The killed him then, they shot him dead, scared of that true beauty.
More powerful than the cry of the war was a love like lightning.

In a dream Johnny saw a picture of the new humans
they were beautiful, blue-skinned, and bright, soft, and genderless.
When they spoke, not through their throat, but through their golden eyes
The whole of the world was a golden curl sheered from lamb of sky.

Oh, what love.

When the pastor says God
I just replace it with Love
Rilke said it comes at the end.
Don't wait for a savior
all of us will add up to one
we are what makes it come.

When I meditate your body enters mine
I am blue and so are you and we lie in the yellow light
It is more than love, a step above, we are crosses on the sun
you are more than you in electric blue, the shine of the chosen one.

Oh, we are love.
Track Name: sunburn
I know where you have been
you're like a bird flying against the wind
you're like a fish, always swimming upstream
no guarantees there's no guarantee that you'll be redeemed

cause I know what you have done
you're like something green growing toward the sun
you're like the moon, you keep all our light
you don't mind guiding a few fools through the night

cause we get lost and we get found
learn to swim but hope to drown
and I'll pray for your lonely soul
and I'll pray for my own

So here is the new and wild world
we gotta figure out what it's worth
it's like we're all caught up in a blackberry vine
eating sweets and bleeding it seems all of the time

but I try not to be hurt by my love
I watch my skin burned by the sun
it's like sometimes I get too close to the heart
of the world my skin curls apart like madrone bark

I get dead, then I get alive
cross my heart and hope to die
and I'll pray for your sleeping soul
and I'll pray for my own

I pray for you in this bright blue swimming pool
I'm something old that wants to be new

I know it's true when I look up at the moon
it is something old that wants to be new

I wonder too how your eyes. they got so blue
are you something old that wants to be new?

Are you something old that wants to be new?
I am something old that wants to be new,
so I pray for you in this bright blue swimming pool.
Track Name: chemtrails (goodbye)
The planes, they leave chemtrails in the bright blue sky
like white scratches on my arms in the summer time.
I love this world so much sometimes it makes me want to cry
when I'm standing in the dust and waiting for a ride.

I spent a long time with my heart good and broke
when you've got a heart like that it's like a shard in your throat,
when everything that you love is like the side of the road
and you've got a pickup truck inside your gut and that thing just goes and goes.

So I moved out to Virginia and I got a degree
and now I am licensed to write the truest poetry
but the one thing that I learned and I learned begrudgingly
is that the only poems are these kind of moments when the words escape me.

And I go home sometimes remembering your eyes
and I know that I cannot look at them long
because they break my weary heart.

So I guess I'm going home to the other, stranger coast
where I learned how to fish in my father's silver boat
where I learned what to keep and what to let go
now it all slips between my fingertips, I watch it sinking like a stone.

So I'm sorry my friends for all the weird things I've done,
when I act like the dark and when I act like the sun.
I want you all to know I never forget your love,
it is stuck under my heart like bright pink bubble gum.

And I go home sometimes dreaming of new skies
and I know that I cannot look at them long
because they break my weary heart

because I hate saying goodbye
because I'm always saying goodbye,
It's like everything I know gets behind me on the road
and I could kiss you tonight

while the planes, they leave chemtrails in the bright blue sky
like white scratches on my arm in the summertime.
I love this world so much sometimes I think I'm gonna die
when you're standing in the dust and waving goodbye.