Burning Flag ep:

Burning Flag
So the hours inside your house slow and you go from time to less time. And you’ve never felt as insincere as you do now. So you put on a record, and turn it off because nothing fits and the respite you get won’t come easy now, won’t come easy now. Where are the answers you had? Where are the faces you know? Where are the books that you quote? Where are the places you go? Where is the time that you saved? Where are the people who said that they’d always be by your side? Where have they all gone now, now that you need them? Your good will won’t keep you clean. Your talent won’t keep you clean. Your love won’t keep you clean. Your love doesn’t mean a thing when all that you’re left with is your rage and your powerlessness and your love. You’re left with your love.

Carol Channing
The warm, dry air of another town reminds me of the time I wasted on you. Did you miss your flight? I’ll call the airline and see if it’s delayed. Didn’t get much sleep last night. I could be with you, waiting in the wings, waiting in the wings. Well here we go. I’m 16 years old again, awkward and shy and unsure of myself. I cough and laugh and shift my weight and smile and think of how much I hate you for putting me through this. The warm, dry air of another town reminds me of the time I wasted on you. I wasted so much time on you. So here we go. I’m 16 years old again, awkward and shy and unsure of myself. I cough and laugh, shift my weight and smile and think of how much I hate you for putting me through this. And when my plane lands I’ll be so far away from here. So happy to be so far away from here.

King Rides By
[I don’t know if these words are correct, but this is what I’m singing.] If time had a place, a space for your past, like a little novel you wanted to read again and again, would I be in your novel? Would I begin and end in it? If I had a space, a place for your little boy eyes, could you really believe? I certainly dare you. I do not want to scare you anymore. Oh what a fuss when the king rides by. Oh what a fuss when the king rides straight through my heart, straight through my love [life?]. I need your love more than you’ll ever know. A light kiss, a touch of your hand like a million things I will never understand. Oh what a fuss when the king trades in. Oh what a fuss when the king trades all of my love for someone else’s hand. I need your love more than you’ll ever know. You don’t miss your water until your well is gone.