sarah masen

song

by garrett on Tue May 29 23:40:16 +0000 2001 in Melting Pot

this is a song i’ve been working on. just thought i’d throw it out because i didn’t have much to say, but i like being a part of this site. it doesn’t have a name yet. it’s about _______ . . .. i live in new hampshire, well, maine now, but i was coming up over a hill in vermont this winter, near dark, and i saw a house way down in a valley with white christmas lights all over it. from first glance it looked like the house was on fire. it got me thinking about a number of things. i also have a short story that kind of utilized some of the song’s themes.

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fire in the basement, boys, and
it don’t look that good.
it’s taking everything for fuel,
from memories to wood.
open up a window —
hope it just means a broken leg;
but, i’d rather watch her
snap her bones
than bury another friend . . .
another friend.

who’d have thought that snow
could melt at such a rapid pace.
i’ve never seen indifference
as that upon her face.
she held out and she stayed strong,
like patience with a gun.
we said prayers out in the drive
‘til the firetrucks had come . . .
’til they’d come.

oh, i can’t believe she said she’d leave when the winter died

only one or two of us
are ever safe for good.
terrorists and black lists
are living in the wood.
we all knew her hands had smelled
alot like gasoline;
but, satan kept her in the car
and washed those fingers clean . . .
washed them clean

and we watched that house burn
‘til the snow to grass had turned
and left us with our roof
to be the sky —
all night.
then she turned the headlights on
and drained the battery ’til dawn
but at least we’ve got that memory
to look back on.
yeah, we’ve got the empty field
to look upon

oh, i never woke when she left that note on the kitchen door.

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