Blasphemy

I speak blasphemy so hot it sizzles
so sexy it curls your toes
I leave behind the old name
that Good Ol' time frame,
to follow the tree hanging
brown skinned baby boy

I jumps over fences and range wide
and the farther I go the clearer
the fog seems
There's a hound on my trail
with keens senses and such,
you know the rest, I won't steal too much.

You see there has been a lie on my tongue
but sometimes lies are truth too
what about you?
Are you a lie too?
I'll just follow the brown skinned tree hanging
baby boy.

i beam

last night at
1 thirty
a m

i ran
i jumped
i grabbed
i beam

i flipped

and it was

awesome

work

this place is dark
and i have to leave early
to arrive early

to stay late

today is awesome

you aren't here anymore
and i don't think i like it

they put someone else in your place
and now i have to play nice
instead of being real

'today is awesome'
says the little sign
but i couldn't disagree more

snow day

there is a salt stain on my shoes
that runs from left to right
and up my pant leg
like a crusty reminder
of my inability to pack correctly

i woke up at the end of the world

i woke up
at the end of the world.
arm in arm 
with my favorite girl.
lightening split the sky
and thunder shook the ground
i wasn't looking for the lost
they didn't want to be found.
Ooooo...

la la la la la

i once knew a man
who shot himself in the foot.
that sacramental limp
the holy oil of pain
its all by the book.
and i'm not looking for the lost
they don't want to be found...
Ooooo...

la la la la la

i woke up
at the world's end.
i was wrestling with angels...
He was wrestling with men.

la la la la la
(and i woke up at the end of the world.)

words &  music by Eric C Bervig
Demo recorded in his basement December 20, 2012
marking the eve of the end of the Mayan calendar.

Your Lonely

Your Lonely.

Now when we go out
you no longer scream and shout
you just sit there quietly
looking everywhere but me

we dreamt of scattered stars
and rock and roll guitars
like we'd find America
you the Lewis to my Clark

but it's been such a long time
yeah such a long time
and your lonely
makes me
lonely too
yeah your lonely
make me
lonely too

you say I never see
all that could have been
I just see things as they
broken down and torn apart

you offered me the world
said that I would be your girl
you spoke in poems and songs
and they carried me along

what does it take
to raise the dead
how can we shake off
all the voices in our head

but it's been sucha long time
yeah such a long time
and your lonely
makes me
lonely too
yeah your lonely
make me
lonely too

like mountains

we hold back until we can't run away

like mountains over years waiting to be a volcano

there's something here i'm not to sure of

and to be honest it feels better than before

and it feels better every day

two

grab an oar

he said to me

as my pack laid at my feet

taking in the scent and coolness

of fresh water i'd never explored before

this was new
but oh so familiar
as I've read in books about whales
and men and shipwrecks and the ocean floor

my eyes are full of salt water
my mouth is full of salt water
my ears are muffled from the words you are trying to say to me

bradley

will we ever go
to that island on
lake michigan

off the coast
and far away

and this is not a chance
and not a change of pace
or a time to die
in that quiet place

damn it
you're far too young
to waste away

you've still got four kids
and three wedding days

and now we'll never go
to that island in the sand
that we passed months ago
when you were a better man

and if i'm alone, then you're alone
and if i'm afraid, then you're afraid