Little fox
Oh, I bet you think you are pretty
sly, my little fox.
Slinking out the den at night
silent as a knife.
Oh, where do you go my little fox?
I’ll find that den and smoke you out.
That other man is gonna pay with fire
for breaking up my house.
What am I supposed to think
when the bed sheets are cold?
Ever morning I wake up
with no one to hold.
Oh, where do you go my little fox?
I’ll find that den and smoke you out.
That other man is gonna pay with fire
for breaking up my house.
Oh, little fox,
I was good to you.
Oh, little fox,
you cheat.
You ain’t welcome back no more—
see how sly you are without me!
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I read the metaphor in hrlaughed’s following post my own way and wrote this short song. Thanks are due for the inspiration. For the record, if such a gun existed, I wouldn’t mind being shot with it—assuming the right person was holding it.
If someone said their idea of a great leader was someone who would, “Take out his gun of truth and shoot everybody in the head with it,”
O.O
…How would you respond?
Loaded gun
Darlin’, you got a loaded gun,
and I want you to shoot me with your truth.
Go ahead and aim your piece
right between my eyes.
You’ve got the power to lead,
and I won’t put up a fight.
Take me where you want, darlin’.
I want to be your captive tonight.
Steady your hand, baby,
and blow me away.
I know it will hurt so good
when you fire upon on me.
Tonight’s inspiration comes from two main sources. Firstly, Leonard Cohen in general is a constant inspiration; he is one of the few musicians who operates as a poet first, which is my aim. He doesn’t have a personal blog, so I will thank Hannah over at fuckyeahmrleonardcohen for posting great Cohen content. Secondly, I’ll thank the blogger at s-p-r-i-n-g- for posting warm and sunny images. I found this blog on my phone while I waited in the freezing cold for the bus this morning. While looking at it, my head started piecing together these lyrics. Enjoy!
Spring nights
Those spring nights are lost; and this winter is long.
But I won’t forget your warmth.
No, I won’t forget
When you loved me on those spring nights
I almost knew why I’m here.
I tried to grasp the truth like water,
but my fingers only found your hair—
and that was good enough.
CHORUS
When you loved me on those spring nights
I whispered away my pain.
Too quiet for you to hear the words,
but loud enough to hear their meaning.
I wanted you to respond, but you only smiled—
and that was good enough.
CHORUS
When you loved me on those springs nights
I confused the humid air with lust.
We were a spark, and we were fire itself.
I sank in the steam, willing to drown,
but I floated to the surface on your body—
and that was good enough.
CHORUS
For Miss Sarah Louise, who told me she is a part-time dancer, part-time pyrotechnic engineer (yes, literally). Much love. — Kavalier Calm
Firework
You dance a dangerous dance,
and I can’t look away.
As you move across the floor
in a lusty ballet,
I hear your body say:
You’ll never escape.
But who said I wanted to leave?
Firework, you have a short fuse.
And I know I will burn,
but I still want you.
As you tap your toes,
I feel the rhythm of my heart
change to keep up,
race to match your part.
BRIDGE
CHORUS
Recently, I received an encouraging message about my music from CT at ctchrysler. When I bounced to his blog to say thank you, I fell into a world of beautiful art and music. I asked CT if I could write an audio response to a bit of his visual work, and he pointed me to this beautiful image of a woman. I instantly felt a darkness and a pain surrounding this character, and CT told me he imagined her as someone who had been wronged so many times in life that she “died and became a vengeful spirit.” I thought about her for days. She wouldn’t let me sleep. So late last night, I climbed out of bed and wrote this spoken-word piece. I used near-rhymes and broken meter to create clunky and painful dissonance. I recorded it in my best, eerie monotone. It’s morbid. So wonderfully morbid. I won’t apologize for this, but I will warn my followers that this isn’t my typical happy stuff. I have a deep passion for horror films, and it was fun to try my hand at the genre. And before you ask: no, I do not condone suicide. I do think revenge is pretty awesome, but considering most of us probably lack the magical ability of the girl in my story, I would say the best way to get revenge is to live. Flourish, be successful, and rub it in the face of your demons. Anyway, thanks for inspiring me, CT. Much love, everybody. — Kavalier Calm
Click below to read the poem while you listen.
The blogger at christiannolen14 requested a song for his girlfriend. He said: “She has depression and I want her to know I’ll make every day better than the last.” Let her know, friend, with this song and with words of your own. Free downloads (just enter $0 as the price) are available here. Much love. — Kavalier Calm