continuing saga of holly would. distilled a bit from (culled from?) conversations with Peter, Rae-Ann, Tina et al poolside and fireside.
Lyrics
sometimes there's information
more a trickle than a flow
leaked from tiny scratches
from around the ayes and knows
sometimes the source is quiet
but makes it crystal clear
what was thought to be the truth
never happened here
sometimes there's illusions
and gifts to rewrite time
melodramatic miss stories
aunty climatic mimes
sometimes the source is noisy
like a heavy metalled band
around some middle finger
zirconia made diamond
feeling kind of sleepy
or better yet sanguine
confidently bloodthirsty
about the news at hand
sometimes there is quiet
a held abated breath
as the hand moves slowly downward
from where it rested on the chest
sometimes the source is sanctioned
with any definition that you choose
for nothing is ever clearer
than the red on white of lose
sometimes there's the fanfare
passions on the rise
the fervor of believers
rallying to lies
sometimes the source has mentioned
in passing on each page
no judgements nor opinions
just those facts who've come of age
feeling kinds of sanguine
in shades and ghosts of truth
drowned messengers to have beens
in that pink frothiness of knew
feeling kind of sleepy
or better yet sanguine
confidently bloodthirsty
about the news at hand
