rebecca gates from the spinanes is such an amazing songwriter. these are lines strung around the notebook curl. i've been listening to a lot of the spinanes lately.

all lines are from her.

it's all fighting
my sides careening
boiling past the point at which she crashes
body is a garden
here comes the word so understanding and folding her up
branded into here
pass it off to the cut of glass
a sparkle that stings
time's up, it's a book drink thing
his name his voice
his fists fastened to his hips, daring me
you're hung up on hurting
'cause we can call it a story but he makes me promise that every time i say i love him i speak the truth
put apple in and avoid contact with eyes
against the door i felt you there
how could i not worry
where are you moving to tonight
what are you diving to now
five times i've heard you say "i tried"
come here baby, you're fine
somebody write it down
i won't tell anybody
your body's circling but your mother's proud
sleek confession read here staring down the stairs
making circuits in the air
i need what you assume
you
the sky so still you break so blue
out back praying
all the threats i take and friends that i evade
all your lines
prints of fingers
he says calm down the place you dwell in doesn't hold you well he says come now
water lapping fingers snapping
see the world through pipe bombs
there's nothing quite as lovely as a time as weird as ours
there's nothing so pathetic as the way i blow a punch line
we can stand behind the light
i know why i like you i was exuberant beside you i know what i want
time to tell me where i've been
i'm slightly nowed
sit down and get over it and pass the sugar
heavy the blank heart white
call me a lover tell me another
love lies sweetly the little noises you hear are just the sounds of breaking
vantage empty-handed
see granted
i hold myself for no one else
i can't believe i found it
you look better when we're together
stuck listening for amusement to tall tales of perfect unions
the view sways into carpet and gives way to blacking out
you oughta be here dear
just as classic and nowhere as pleasant
whistling dixie reaching for the keys
why can't you be more like a woman for me
he's a lousy son of a i can't say anything i can't stop staring
i love her four across and watch for the eighteen lost
i'm waiting for chance to jump on out of your little boy world
if it's so tired, maybe you could live without it
blue faced in the pink of morning flood light prone and clocking out
cagey move in the dead light of springtime
sweet sweet weight
voyeur talk
come on over take your walk across the water
so drole and supine
he looks so good, almost as good as when your mood was better
i'm waiting on your call i don't wait for anyone at all so lose the pose come a little closer
caught each other off-guard made a mess of it trying to make sense
could not hurt you enough
looking for words to auld lang syne god grant us grace in working the room
caved in and coughed out
checking in with the velvet grace
kiss us away
the shape of the space from the teeth to the nape
transient and tired
so pure and demanding as if kindness could be hard
dragging as a rule
locked in a heisman stance and i don't trust a thing why don't you prove me wrong
hey angel i'm sorry i can't trust that i can't touch that now
merry sorrow
razor blades and sharpened steel
cut in dreaded ways you shouldn't feel
arsenic and things you shouldn't eat
dreaming of weddings waking up sweating
sex inspires such feeling, sex inspires such failure
sex is for babies and if you could stand it maybe for wanting the one you lost
the tallest building in chicago
where did the snow go
quit trying to woo me, everything is not my fault
make a play for eminence take a stab at her innocence and what is hidden there
held a hand with a dash of salt
someone's rolling in the mud
dinner with your father
this is a picture of a cowboy that he drew me
bathtub slow
use
it's my heart and it doesn't fit yours