Lose from Bootleg Powerhead by John Lyle

Lose

I can’t read between the lines between the lines
I can’t say the words that touch off a good time
only stop myself from having a good try
at the fly ball that is lost up in the sky
the limit’s known to me alone, all by myself in Emmot’s Zone

you can rock the night away and say your prayers
you can throw the key away and say you care
about the wheres and hows and whys you’re not there
and why you don’t believe that it’s not fair
for me to care about you, for me to share what I lose

think I’ll close my eyes and dream another song
after all I’ve memorized it won’t be long
before some new someone else happens along
and I get a chance to prove I’m always wrong
for you and your friends, tell me the truth, don’t I lose?

I can’t see between the brackets of taipan
but I have a very special friend who can
she looks in on jack the ripper in between
and paints self-portraits of the many things she’s seen
like something dark, and noah’s ark
that block the stream, confuse her dream

she can’t see as far as she has never seen
she can’t be as far as she has never been
but she sure as hell can push you off the boat
yes and seal her plastic hands around your throat
she brings ice-box blues and sad good news
worn out toys for broken boys

used to be that we all slept around her bed
with the dreams of her dead lovers for our head
of the crowd that melted rosebuds on the sleigh
and washed the guts of fallen angels down the drain
we have had enough, she played too rough
we’ve lost the pooh, now we’re all through

• Folk
• John Lyle
• blues
• blues folk
• singer song writer
• Sechelt