Little Island, So Far Away

Well that was a fail.

Mr. Hat over here thought that I didn't post anything. And this sort of dwindled off. But we're going to re-tool the blog. Hat has taken up to writing beautiful heartbreaking poetry about teenage love and life, and I still have no marketable talents. So we'll be doing that.

Here's my first little ditty. You can set it to Neutral Milk Hotels's "Engine" if you'd like. It pretty much works.


I'd bike to the city twelve miles away
To sit in the shade and look at her face
But now I'm an island and so far removed
That I can't feel her hair and kiss her sweet nose

It all fell apart with no one to see
It's all come out
Now I'm left here with me
Stare into the spaces and dig into me
To find something changed
To find a new end

With modern machines and practical tools
We'll fix up your broke heart to beat for some more
But we know you'll be back here soon again
You can't keep from trying
You can't keep from her

You're an island that's drifted too far from shore
And you can't swim back and you can't take no more
The ocean threatens to swallow you whole
You don't know if you care at all

But what if the shore longed for her island
And climbed all the waves to slide back into you