Sport 34: Winter 2006
Johanna Aitchison
Johanna Aitchison
sweetness blows through you
elegant you walk
the brand new blues
beneath the day
the pavement's rising
to need a stranger
full of six o'clock
another sky true
over you
you didn't remember
the wreckage shifting
behind memories of windows
the knocked boy
you left the chorus standing
behind broken houses
i won't be a baby
but i dreamed about
stepping into you
it's the big old
empty streets the thin
morning please
it's the word up baby
a new emotion comes
when the moon shifts brightly
who'll be lying in my head
tomorrow is driven
under a small feeling
i'm untroubled
you know that
your eyes depend
on another someone coming
and the chaos
and the gonna be
and the yeah yeah
*
i play the neck
with my unhappiness
wear cheap guns
around the home
some of them wo
some of them oooh and ah
am i abused sweet
are you looking to disagree
you show me a living
these power teeth
don't stay my pretty
words are killing you