those stucco walls
blinding sunlight hits your skin
a leg slung over your bare hip
and i know i wouldn’t want to see another face
wrap myself in your strong arms
we’ve memorized all the very best spots
and i know i wouldn’t want to see another face
gentle words and clear blue eyes
lips on shoulders, bodies entwined
and i know i wouldn’t want to be in another place
the calm you’ve made in my storm
you make me feel like i am home
i wouldn’t want to see another face
i wish i could wake beside you everyday
those stucco walls and a creaky bed
summer breezes floating in
and i know i wouldn’t want to see another face
distractions
i haven’t written in a while
life can be distracting
veering between giddiness and wanting to hide in bed for days
gotta love manic episodes
still
music keeps my fingers, throat and brain busy
playing more bass and acoustic so my callouses are even tougher
and more ugly than usual
which i like
from my lego scar to my ever-short fingernails
my hands are what keeps me sane
the flat (bathurst)
dragging my flat tire along the road
i wait for you on the corner
you’re riding to my rescue like nothing’s changed
nostalgia hits me like a truck
sunlight bounces off pint glasses in our old neighbourhood
everything’s familiar, everything’s in tune
i’m not wanting to go back in time
but i’m sorry i took you for granted when you were mine
i miss the certainty
but i’d never trade him for another man
his glow spreads through me from the inside out
but i still don’t know where i stand
he tells me he’s lucky and happy to have me
but there’s still shadows and eggshells
i smile as he sleeps next to me at dawn
wondering if i’ll ever be good enough
for him
i was good enough for you
am i good enough for him
am i good enough
new song called ‘unsteady’. our friend and former bandmate recorded me playing this on his roof, just hours after i finished writing it. it’s kinda wonky because i wasn’t really sure about some of the parts and i was trying to read the teeny-tiny writing in my notebook. ignore the presence of my forehead and my weird snaggle tooth. i don’t usually smile at cameras for a reason. it’s genetic… my dad and sister have the same funny tooth.
pinky and i had been working on it before i trekked to joel’s. he’s trying some different stuff percussion wise, and we had it sounding pretty good for such a shiny-new piece.
new song, new show poster
i (pixie) have been stuck living in the middle of nowhere for the past while
but at least i’ve been writing a lot
two new songs just this lonely weekend
THIN ICE
when the weather was cold, so was your love
so i begged and froze
and i was warned that you’ll never warm
so i stayed quiet in your strong arms
i’ve been waiting for the spring
but dreading the changes you promised
you don’t have to go running
as new light finds us entwined, everything is fine
it’s like those little sunbeams are melting frost in your eyes
lying side by side
hoping you’ve changed your mind
because it feels so right
and i think i keep you satisfied
i recorded myself playing it acoustically, but i discovered that the webcam on this computer kinda blows and it sounds and looks like i’m playing in a tunnel! i’ll have to do another video once my voice comes back.
it’s ‘hearsal day! working on the set for our show at rancho relaxo on march 27. first one in a while- so excited!
xopix
new song from tripping hazard (our old band) →
pixie and pinky’s old band have finally finished up their last album. here’s the first track. all the songs will be up on bandcamp soon- 1 new song every week! we’re excited.
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sunshine
in the kitchen
green table with the sun pouring in
lunch on the stove
carling lager before i dash to rehearsal
sunny winter day
i found the warm spot in my kitchen
and i’m feeling cat like
and like myself a little bit
leftover make up smeared
hair in a ratty, puffed up mess
i want to bike
and sail uphill in the sunshine
cursing
but happy
last night
tail lights and cream-coloured, moon-lit trees under a black sky
music and conversation fading in and out
because i sleep easily in cars
i still think about abandoning this city
i like hamilton
everytime i’m there
good music and friends
less cold, less large
same problems
still i need out of this place
i’m not me when i’m not independent
when i don’t have MY home
and a bit of stability
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