Lemon Tree

lemons

Photo by L.K. Thayer

Lemon Tree Song Lyrics – Peter, Paul & Mary

When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,
“Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.”
“Don’t put your faith in love, my boy”, my father said to me,
“I fear you’ll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree.” 

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. 

One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie
A girl so sweet that when she smiled the stars rose in the sky.
We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree
The music of her laughter hid my father’s words from me: 

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. 

One day she left without a word. She took away the sun.
And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She’d left me for another, it’s a common tale but true.
A sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you: 

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Perfect Prey by L. K. Thayer

 

 

no doctor in the world could find her ill at ease

no sedative would calm, her desperate pleas

all eyes would fall upon her stare & stumble on her

waiting, for a vulnerable move

what’s the use nothing to lose

no stalker could refuse

easy target for the arrow

chill the bone down to the marrow

she was perfect prey, come what may

she was perfect prey

in the mornin’ had no reason to wake up for

killin’ season didn’t start ’til daylight turned to dark

swallowed her pride, on the inside she’d hide

from herself, no one heard her cryin’

what’s the use nothing to lose

no stalker could refuse

easy target for the arrow

chill the bone down to the marrow

she was perfect prey, come what may

she was perfect prey


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Lisa Thayer

Music by Brian BecVar

Photo by Sandra Carlson

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© 1987

 

“I Love The Way You Lie” by Eminem

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

I can’t tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there’s a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can’t breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It’s like I’m in flight
High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It’s like I’m huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I sufficate
And right before im about to drown
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
And I love it
Wait
Where you going
I’m leaving you
No you ain’t
Come back
We’re running right back
Here we go again
It’s so insane
Cause when it’s going good
It’s going great
I’m Superman
With the wind in his bag
She’s Lois Lane
But when it’s bad
It’s awful
I feel so ashamed
I snap
Who’s that dude
I don’t even know his name
I laid hands on her
I’ll never stoop so low again
I guess I don’t know my own strength

You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you’re with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit ’em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills
Used to get ’em
Now you’re getting fucking sick
Of looking at ’em
You swore you’ve never hit ’em
Never do nothing to hurt ’em
Now you’re in each other’s face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit ’em
You push
Pull each other’s hair
Scratch, claw, bit ’em
Throw ’em downPin ’em
So lost in the moments
When you’re in ’em
It’s the rage that took over
It controls you both
So they say it’s best
To go your separate ways
Guess that they don’t know ya
Cause today
That was yesterday
Yesterday is over
It’s a different day
Sound like broken records
Playin’ over
But you promised her
Next time you’ll show restraint
You don’t get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave
Out the window
Guess that’s why they call it window pane

It wasn’t you
Baby it was me
Maybe our relationship
Isn’t as crazy as it seems
Maybe that’s what happens
When a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is
I love you too much
To walk away though
Come inside
Pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don’t you hear sincerity
In my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I’m pissed
I’ll aim my fist
At the dry wall
Next time
There will be no next time
I apologize
Even though I know it’s lies
I’m tired of the games
I just want her back
I know I’m a liar
If she ever tries to fucking leave again
I’mma tie her to the bed
And set the house on fire

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

EMINEM

Lyics from his new record “Recovery”

John Lennon “Strawberry Fields”

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Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn’t matter much to me.
Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can’t you know tune in but it’s all right, that is I think it’s not too bad.
Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

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Always, no sometimes, think it’s me, but you know I know when it’s a dream.
I think I know I mean a ‘Yes’ but it’s all wrong, that is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Lyric by John Lennon

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“The Paper Sleeve” by Jaymie Thorne

i watched him place it
with care upon the player
turntable spinning backwards
taking me back in time
raised arms steeped us in music
looking for hidden pictures
on the colorful covers
adding doodles to make it mine
lyrics repeating until
memorized, the song was owned
listening for secret sounds
that made it onto the tracks
switching speeds to change the mood
lip synching to known scratches
all the things he would never know
in quite the same way
i love that he took great care
slipping it back in the paper sleeve

Photo & Poem by Jaymie Thorne

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© 2010

“Wolf Song” by Vida Vierra

Fresh prints appear on the snows of my remembering

The erupting silence awakens me from hibernation.

I rise to track you through the Milky Way only to tumble back to earth-

You shape shift in the darkness

My pounding heart chases after you into the shadows

Ancestors could call on you once upon a memory. They knew your songs.

This wayward daughter has forgotten the old ways, instincts dulled by abuse

Your golden gaze quiets the breath of this lonely hunter.

Your Sister Moon descends; her light fills my empty belly.

I surrender my arrows, confess my broken vows

I weep my relief into your midnight fur.

You force me to the highest ground, we enter the Spirit Dance

Alive

Vida Vierra

Print by Ian Sexton – © 2007

© 2010

“Thin Skin” by Julie Dolcemaschio

We’ll not talk about the days spent
not knowing from one to the next
when not even her mother called
to ask if she had blankets
to keep her skin warm
8th ave. on a cold December day stays with a gal

with skin too thin already
I remember reading Bukowski
Aloud on nights when a corner couldn’t be found
I traced her path for her
In case she forgot how to do it herself
That happens sometimes to people who lose their
way

Now I cannot find a warm spot to think
She’s gone, like that blue-eyed soul song
But not so poignant
Help me cover her so she won’t get too cold
You know her skin was always too thin
When she remembered to keep it on

Julie Dolcemaschio

Photo by VC Ferry

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© 2010

“Jukebox” by L. K. Thayer

Balm in Gilead

L. K. Thayer

and you

play another song
and then another

put in
another quarter

and another

a different tune
a different beat
but the same old song
plays over and over
and you can’t get
it outta your head

and it don’t depend
if you’re wearing
black or red
same old track
keeps harping back
and you give the
jukebox a smack

but it don’t

matter
if you can’t

hear

the music
anyway

L. K. Thayer

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© 2009