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  • 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

    My call for inspiration made me recall a certain night with a certain someone. I’m grateful to these bloggers for reminding me of that time: firewheelburningintheair, goltzilocks, datwilforddude, skyparachutes, betweentheearphones, in-laymans-terms, and ohsoveryfluffy. Isn’t it wonderful how so many of you suggested the same things? Winter, darkness, night, love…sometimes I wonder if a greater, human consciousness is driving all of us. CI helps filter out our common desires from the noise. Enjoy, friends. — Kavalier Calm

         the night looks good on you

    lying in the soft grass with you
    staring up at the velvet sky.
    streaming sunlight, so far away;
    small things add up in a big way.

    and the night looks good on you.

    i think of you with every thought;
    you claim to read minds.
    a walk in the woods only grasshoppers see.
    and the earth keeps on spinning.

    and the night looks good on you.

    and the constellations we create
    and every breath you take
    sends ripples through my soul.

    and the night looks good on you.

    When you fall asleep before me,
    I count your breaths.
    Each is like a warm kiss on my neck,
    reminding me that you are there.

    And I am here,
    wondering how I earned such a thing,
    wondering how many breaths I can count
    before I sleep.


    Carrie at indigoshark inspired me with a wonderful submission: she shared her thoughts on the beauty of being out at midnight. It was like stream of consciousness poetry—rarely finished phrases full of colors and visions and feelings. I let myself feel her words. I thought about what it means to be young and love the night—thought about how special and fleeting this love is. And then I wrote this. After listening, ask yourself, “Why do I love the night?” — Kavalier Calm

         Midnight

    The night is no nightmare.
    The dark hides our scars.
    Time slows til only
    the now fills our arms.

    What happens at midnight?
    A secret for the young.
    Alive and laughing,
    free to run.

    The rush in neon lights,
    the peace in the moon;
    we scream against the wind
    til the night is through.
    CHORUS

    The sun rises,
    makes a new day.
    We children of the night
    will have to wait
    to make new secrets.

    About an hour ago, Hannah at o-wyl submitted a story about her fear of being alone and her love of sweatshirts, lemon ice cream, and husky puppies. I hmm’d and ahh’d, then wrote this little love song. — Kavalier Calm

              Sweatshirt

    I know you’re scared of being alone
    because I’m scared, too.
    But I’ll give you this old sweatshirt
    to help see the night through.

    And I know you’re afraid,
    but I can’t stay.

    So wear my sweatshirt
    and dream of your favorite things:
    lemon ice cream, husky puppies,
    and me.

    When you fall asleep before me,
    I count your breaths.
    Each is like a warm kiss on my neck,
    reminding me that you are there.

    And I am here,
    wondering how I earned such a thing,
    wondering how many breaths I can count
    before I sleep.

              — For Raina, from KC

    My call for inspiration made me recall a certain night with a certain someone. I’m grateful to these bloggers for reminding me of that time: firewheelburningintheair, goltzilocks, datwilforddude, skyparachutes, betweentheearphones, in-laymans-terms, and ohsoveryfluffy. Isn’t it wonderful how so many of you suggested the same things? Winter, darkness, night, love…sometimes I wonder if a greater, human consciousness is driving all of us. CI helps filter out our common desires from the noise. Enjoy, friends. — Kavalier Calm

         the night looks good on you

    lying in the soft grass with you
    staring up at the velvet sky.
    streaming sunlight, so far away;
    small things add up in a big way.

    and the night looks good on you.

    i think of you with every thought;
    you claim to read minds.
    a walk in the woods only grasshoppers see.
    and the earth keeps on spinning.

    and the night looks good on you.

    and the constellations we create
    and every breath you take
    sends ripples through my soul.

    and the night looks good on you.

    Tonight’s song is for Lucy at t-angy. She told me she is a night owl; she likes to spend the dark hours exploring the city with her friends and stargazing. I’m a night owl, too, and I’ve been looking for a girl to stay up with until dawn—a girl like Lucy. So I wrote this. Put on your headphones, hit play, and drown in the dreamy reverb. Enjoy, friends. Much love. — KC

         Night Owl

    Night owl, won’t you spend the night with me?
    We can stargaze by the sea,
    and I will make the same wish on every shooting star
    and wonder how far…

    Night owl, won’t you spend the night with me?
    And I know you will love me by dawn.

    We can wander nearly empty streets
    and meet strangers just like us,
    all looking for the same impossible love.
    And I wonder how far…
    CHORUS

    Night owl, don’t you wonder how far we could go?
    Night owl, don’t you wonder how far away sunrise is?
    CHORUS

    A lullaby for anon. I hope you all enjoy it. Free downloads of this song are here.

         the night looks good on you

    lying in the soft grass with you
    staring up at the velvet sky.
    streaming sunlight, so far away;
    small things add up in a big way.

    and the night looks good on you.

    i think of you with every thought;
    you claim to read minds.
    a walk in the woods only grasshoppers see.
    and the earth keeps on spinning.

    and the night looks good on you.

    and the constellations we create
    and every breath you take
    sends ripples through my soul.

    and the night looks good on you.

    A lullaby for anon. I hope you all enjoy it. Free downloads of this song are here.

         the night looks good on you

    lying in the soft grass with you
    staring up at the velvet sky.
    streaming sunlight, so far away;
    small things add up in a big way.

    and the night looks good on you.

    i think of you with every thought;
    you claim to read minds.
    a walk in the woods only grasshoppers see.
    and the earth keeps on spinning.

    and the night looks good on you.

    and the constellations we create
    and every breath you take
    sends ripples through my soul.

    and the night looks good on you.

    (Source: crowdsourceinspiration)

    Tonight’s song is for Karin at thebegreen. She told me how she barely escaped a dangerous relationship, and how she found a new, wonderful one. The first verse of this song uses words written by her new partner. I wish them both the best. Free downloads of this song are here (just enter $0 as the price). Much love, all. — Kavalier Calm

         Even If It Takes

    I wish time wasn’t so thin.
    Forgive me if I sound intense,
    but there is something about you,
    and I will find out what it is

    even if it takes all night—
    even if it takes my whole life.

    I had hands before they touched your skin,
    but they were wasted.
    Let them search your length
    to find what beauty is

    even if it takes all night—
    even if it takes my whole life.

    Even if it takes all my strength,
    even if it makes my heart break,
    I want to learn all of you.

    sometimes when i’m blogging late at night my leg falls asleep and i shake it and yell at it, “oh no you don’t. you won’t drag me down with you.”

    Shhhhhh. I had to very quietly perform this. — KC

         Dream Thief

    Dream thief, you opened up my mind with a knife,
    and you cut away what you wanted for yours.
    And it didn’t hurt at first.
    I was glad to have someone deep inside.

    Where’d you go with my dreams?
    I’m not just another boy who will wait
    for you to see what you’re missing.

    You painted a masterpiece with the stories you stole
    from the darkest corner of my mind.
    And the thunder of applause for what you’d done
    was not for my pain, but for your crime.
    CHORUS

        Fiction
     
    Sometimes, when I hold you at night,
    I confuse your breaths with my heart
    beat. A trick of the ears, a truth
    of the mind, which knows rhythm is
    fiction without an audience.
     
    I applaud each breath, scream Encore!
    Charge onward, my beat’s battery;
    the critics are quiet and so
    is this room and this boy who knows
    his confusion is no fiction.