Friday, March 27, 2009

southernmost Brooklyn, New York City - March 14, 2009

It's a choice, to stay

It's a dream, and I want to wake

You have blood on your hands and I'm feeling faint

and honey, you can't decide...

...smoke your cigarrettes, make your love, love . . .

I am drowning and you can't decide

It's not about geography or happenstance

you need to fly and take a chance

you don't need to soar to emptiness and float on high and forever dance alone

your scared, cause I feel like home . . .

. . . you leave me here on the other side.

words - Rachael Y. , photo - Nadir B.


Lorena said...

cool combination. did you like her latest cd? i haven't bought it yet.

angie heintz said...

Yes,Rachael's latest cd is great (sunday afternoon and duet are my fav.), you must get it! A long time ago I stumbled upon your blog and loved it, rachael was on your list (along side many of my favourites) so I looked her up and sent you a thank you for the intro. Happenstance, ha ha! Thank you for the comments.