Singing as a Snowflake

Singing as a Snowflake

by Alan Lewis Silva

Released 03/01/2016
Lusitone Records
Released 03/01/2016
Lusitone Records
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ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY ALAN LEWIS SILVA
All songs copyright © 2016 by Alan Lewis Silva


1. Singing as a Snowflake

I can see the morning
Coming on a flower
I can smell the rain cloud
And the rain shower

“Do you see the snowflake falling?”
“No, because it hasn’t happened for an hour”

The time is now
The time is here
Now is the hour
Life will bloom

Come with me, my darling
Work with me a while
Let us look down the path
Let us smile

I like to laugh
I’m silly like a little child
I make animal sounds
Like a cow and a bull and a ram

Does it surprise you?
Did you think I was a dinosaur?
Not anymore?
Oh no, not anymore—

People saw the Moon one day
A little lower over the horizon
It was big and yellow, turnin’ green,
Goin’ up a few degrees

The Moon goes down at night
Where does it go?
The Sun reflects its light,
But where does the light go?

There’s lots of stars in Heaven
To shine on us
This day
And this night, too

The grass will be my pillow,
I will sleep beneath the tree
Of a weepin’ willow,
Singin’ in the leaves

And I will plant a pepper tree


2. Siren Blues

Dark hair, brown eyes,
Lost in lands of frozen time,
She passes down the arbor
With a raven on her arm
Her eyes alight
She runs
Along lines
Her body art
There’s no way of understanding
The mercy men
See in her eyes
It is a seasonal lie

Small waist and round breasts,
She takes off a green dress
Through the bright leaves,
Driving sailors off the deck
She throws a black medallion
To the one she likes the best

Ooo… Oo-ooo-o—
Albatross blues,
Siren blues…

The wreckage of antique lives
Where the misery of breakers
Fails good ships to sail,
Where whitecaps fall on rocks,
Where no harbor stands,
Where animals die,
She waves past
Stones eroded
She is always one to smile
Lord knows she wants you to like her
Visions of her

Fill your mind

But who gets to marry
What one prays to for satisfaction
Before one dies?
Certainly not her

Siren blues,
Albatross blues,
Siren blues…


3. Six Six Six

She woke up in the morning
She couldn’t remember her life
The world looked strange
She couldn’t tell wrong from right

She locked herself in a corner
Said, “Baby, don’t I know your name?”
She had Six Six Six on her forehead

I took a little walk, and we—talked
I brought her back to my room
She said that I’m insane
She blamed me
For making her world—too soon

The next day she woke up
Thinking she was under a spell
And told me all the names and the places
And the faces she’d been to in Hell

I said, “Darling, come closer
“Let me whisper in your ear”
And Six Six Six on her forehead,
Man, she was weird

A cloud of black smoke took us both,
And we were chained against the wall
There are terrorists everywhere,
So I’d better very carefully call

A man from the government
Said, “You better be careful!
“We know your underwear,
“But you better not perm back now”

“I got a job with the President,
“Agent Six Six Six,” she says
I said, “That’s the same name as my girl”
She said, “Well, what difference is it?

“So I search, and I sneak,
“And I write reports for the fun of it
“Because there are terrorists everywhere,
“Spies in our atmosphere—”
Everyone that is not like you—
You, Agent Six Six Six
Like you, Agent Six Six Six


4. Sixties Washouts

I cried like a woman
The day my dog died
The cat didn’t mind

Soft drink,
Purple crew of jackets,
And unopened letters
With elegant breasts,
Under a blanket
Filled with moonlight,
A current content
Using what?

At the summit of power,
Betrayed by confidence,
Not seeing the summit
Or knowing a ceiling to exist,
Expecting a fragment of an earthquake
In a bottle
Or an elevation everlasting
With a special fountain,
Like a telephone that calls to Him…

I cried like a woman
The day my dog died
The cat didn’t mind

Merriment is measured,
Crafted, and usual
The Moon changes phases
It looks like a shopping cart
The weakening consumptive
Energy changes
Or thwarts what he’s hungry for—

Alone in a parking lot,
He knows that it’s his own fault

He eats like an animal
Eating animals

Wishes he were distant
Or in a mirage

I cried like a woman
The day my dog died
The cat didn’t mind

In a desert of the Pacific Ocean,
In a desert of the Pacific Ocean,
Is lost the city of El Dorado
As he enters the driveway


5. Skip Chasee

Are the pieces accounted?
What happened to fragments?
What is this mean
Saying?

Down, derry, derry-o,
The charges go
Over the table
Hurry, hurry

It was the kind of town you melded to
And never owed time to
Montevideo—
Montenegro—

Down the road and up the river,
The skip chasee has gone
Bulls in arenas and restaurants
Glisten
In Andalucía
Or in Argentina

For mobile masses and caravans
And molten brass ordeals,
The skip chaser in flying heels
Pinned the movie reels

“Up the hill and down the trail,
The skip chasee has gone,”
Story time announced


6. Sometime in the Century

I went down to the bay
And watched the last ship sail away,
So I packed some dirt in my pocket—
And I walked away

Alice was in a corner singing hymns—
The boys were calling on
Seemed like they wanted her to have a love song
With them on top

Well, I came to the policeman’s dinner,
And I asked him how he was
His girlfriend got flustered red in the face—
And she said, “Well, we’re in love,”

So I walked on feeling lonely
The world’s caving in
Then Alice like an angel—
Said, “Won’t you come on in?”

I woke up in the mornin’ with a grin on my face
She was sweepin’ me up with a broom
Just then a hypnotist collector
Said, “I want you out of this room—”

He was throwin’ stones at my window
I had to order up the cops,
But they were shooting bottles for practice
And eating hot dogs

Alice said, “Get over here—
“Come closer. Stay next to me”
She had a turquoise scarf ‘round her shoulder—
And she said, “Blood for oil ain’t free,”

But I didn’t know what that meant
So I went and saw the man—
He laughed to my face
As we shook hands—

He said, “I am the law”
I said, “I know. We all are”
Then he knocked me into the sand—
Sometime in the century—

But I know
That one day
I’ll get the upper hand—
Sometime in the century


7. Song

I’m going down the bend
I’m heading to the sun

I’m going down the bend
I’m heading to the sun

I’m going down the bend,
Making love again
As I stepped on a toe

I’m heading up the valley,
I think I know the people

I’m heading up the valley,
I think I know the people

Holding hands with Sally
As we stepped in the lake

There’s a willow in the trees

A wind blows through me,
Making me shiver

A wind blows through me,
Making me shiver

A wind blows through
Like cocktail shoes
Flashing in my mind

Well, none of this means anything
I’m hearing things from the green
Proving it to me


8. Song for Barbara

One time I knew a girl in L.A.
She had a necklace
And a tattooed arm
She said she learned about nature
From her father
When she was
Livin’ on his farm

I said, “That’s nice,” as I held her long,
But she wouldn’t eat the fine pineapple
“No,” she said, “you see I’m just a cannibal”

I thought she was a friend,
But I was surely wrong
She went out with boys in evenings,
And she pierced her tongue
She stayed out in the disco
With a mangy disease

She said that I was rude because
Her skin was dappled
“No,” I said, “you’re just a cannibal”

Well, I heard about stories
Of Caesar in Rome;
Antony and how he loved Cleopatra;
Plato; Socrates; and Alexander;
And mutant monsters with torsos in their heads;
Sirens; and the Minotaur with the bones,
But I wouldn’t want to see them except
For the Amazon’s mother

I’d ask her why her daughter had a spider mandible
And she’d say, “Oh, well, you know,
“She’s just a cannibal”
She’s just a cannibal,
Just a cannibal


9. Song for Geronimo

Where did the day go?
Lookin’ for your glove
I’m feelin’ like these boulders
Stuck in the mud
There’s an old famous canyon
Just around the bend
And how does this old song
Keep—becoming—new—again?

Well, oh, I don’t know
It must be a song for Geronimo
Uh huh,
Mm hm…

Well, I passed your gate imposing
Well, what are you posing for?
I guess I’m looking for God
I think He’s behind your door
Well, down below—I remember Autumn
Oh, I remember when
And in the morning I’m thinking
Why does this always happen again?

Well, oh-oh, I don’t know
It must be a song for Geronimo
Uh huh,
Mm hm…

Well, how many years does it gotta be before?
Your cold heart cracks
And what is the stupid thing I’m doing?
That’s gonna break my back
When did the garden dry? And where
Were we there?
I can’t believe I’m doin’ this
You’re make me gonna swear!

Well, oh, I don’t know
It must be a song for Geronimo
Uh huh,
Mm hm…

Well, everything is changin’
Everything just goes
We’re living apart now
I got your clothes
Did you think about my offer?
Well, do you think about me much?
I’d like to be around you
You I’d like to touch

But, oh, I don’t know
This must be a song for Geronimo
Uh huh…

I can see you’ve gone your own way
(And now I’m stranded in the dirt)
But the way I think about it
Lets me make poetry of words
And—maybe in the fall we could get together
Take a little moment
Take it back to a time
When everything was working,
And then we can take out the trash

But, oh, I don’t know
This must be a song for Geronimo
Uh huh…

Well, I been meetin’ somebody else
And we had a date by the pier
I would have taken her back to my house
But she was screamin’ in my ear
We talked about Stanley Kubrick for a while
And then she showed me her claws,
But it’s nothing but amusement for me—
I’m already as dead as a log—

And, oh, I don’t know
It must be a song for Geronimo
Uh huh,
Mm hm…

Now the arid wind sweeps through the grasses
And all the land is overgrown
I feel like breakin’ something—but what?
It’s still unknown—
Well, it’s time that the season passes,
And then, maybe, somethin’ might change—
But if I just think about,
You know that I’ll go insane—

But, oh, I don’t know
This must be a song for Geronimo
Uh, huh,
Uh huh

Woaoh, I don’t know
This must be a song for Geronimo
Uh huh…
Mm hm…


10. Sooner or Later

Hollow sounds point at the empty ear
I ate the wild honey, and I drank all the beer
Miracles happen, and then they disappear,
Or sooner or later, you say, “I gotta get outta here”

I walked down Bleeker Street with a hole in my jeans,
Lost all my pennies, stepped over debris
I didn’t notice, didn’t care; I was finally free,
Walking through Greenwich on my way to Chelsea

I’m sitting on a chair, and someone’s tapping the floor
They’re opening exits, and they’re slamming the doors
They’re talking to waiters who say they feel sore
After a certain point that you don’t notice anymore

Well, I don’t know what I been told
It’s a new book I’m writing, but the story is old
The pages keep turning, but the paper won’t fold
What happens next? You gotta see how it goes

I found the East Village. I was mad as a duck
Depressed like an artist, I didn’t give a fuck;
But making love to you would really cheer me up
Baby, would you fill my cup?

I woke up in the morning to the sound of the street,
Blue skies partly cloudy on the Atlantic sea,
Waiting for the evening I’ll spend happily
Listen to your voice like it’s a melody

Tonight I listen to the falling rain
See the streetlight shining on a house with no name
Tonight I’ll say to you, “I’ve been working all day,”
Looking at a portrait of Madonna in the doorway


11. Station Blues

Why does this always seem to happen
Every time we talk?
Blood spills out
From the hole in my heart

Why does this always seem to happen
When I look in your eyes?
Why does it never seem to realize?

Waiting at the station, standing in line
Tourists are talking,
And I can’t recognize

Your face, O your face
From the picture in my mind,
Looking through the orange-painted windows,
Drinking wine

I lost you once
I know I’ll lose you again
We never were good lovers,
But we were good friends

I said, “I love you”
And you said, “Yes”
Then something happened
To me, I guess

I said “I’m sorry
“Take me back,”
But I knew
It won’t last


12. Station Variation

Waiting at the station, standing in line,
Tourists are talking, and I can’t recognize,
And I don’t know what I’ll find
I’m just looking through the orange-painted windows,
Drinking wine

Station blues, day after day…
“Things are gonna change” is what they say,
But I’d rather be taken away
Than to sit here
Thinking of these yesterdays

I went to the station
Looking for work
The food manager was such a jerk;
And he stole my plot
To be a clerk
How is it I find myself in the dirt?

I’m quite alone
I sit on the roof
I was looking at the stars
When they stole my shoes
I hear if they like you
Then that
Is just what they do
I’m kind of sleepy. Gonna go to bed
Baby, how about you?

“We’ll be shipping out soon,” the master said,
So I got up from the master’s bed,
And then I said, “Goodbye,”
And then I kissed her head
The morning rose, and the sky was red

Ah, how do I count
The years that passed?
It used to seem like they were such a blast
I shed my tears, but the tears don’t last,
Waiting at the station near the hourglass,
Waiting at the station near the hourglass...
Waiting at the station near the hourglass…


13. Strange People

Late, when the stars are in the sky
And the mist creeps on your lips,
I know what happened to it—
Feeling comes back to me

A strange woman, stranger man,
Strangest people in the land,
Your gonna find them. Don’t worry—
Take your time,
But don’t hurry

“He surrendered,” they said
They shot him, now he’s dead
Don’t worry. Take your time—
Don’t hurry

A wide helicopter flashin’ its blades
Now I’m worryin’ about the next day
Press your lips next to mine—
Give me some of that wine

Strange woman, stranger man,
Strangest people in the land,
Ooh, you’re gonna find them—
Don’t worry; take your time
Don’t hurry. Take your time


14. Suicide Creekbed

Gonna to the river,
Hang my head, and cry…
Gonna go to the river,
Jump in the water, and die…

I found a footprint on the path…
Saw a clown’s clothes by the ship mast…
Well—it doesn’t matter now
‘Cause I got to die

Ohh, I got to die
Ooh


15. Suicide Creekbed (Live)

Went to the creekbed
Lonely I thought I would die
The queen of my world
Said that I would have to try,
But I was her man,
But I done her wrong

Oh boy, I jumped in the water
It’s cold as ice
Lord, I jumped in the water
Oh baby, I didn’t even cry,
But I was her man,
And I done her wrong

Oh, well, you know it’s winter again
In my heart
My mind can’t get off the time that
She said we would never part

She was my turtledove
I was her sweet thing, and now
It’s all blown apart
And cut like a worn out string

Oh, lordy Lord,
I went to the river to die!
Oh, lordy Lord!
I held my hand, and I cried…
“Oh Lord!”
It happened so many times…
It should’ve been like before—
But now it’s suppertime


16. Talk About Getting Married

I saw my friend, Sweet Mary Anne
Took her to go have dinner
With Ginger Anne—
And then we began to talk about getting married
“Bad idea…”
So she says to me—

Well, Mary Anne
Has a crush
She wants to touch
Ginger Anne

Yeah-yeah
Um, hm—

I spent all day
In a hut that looked like a turtle’s shell,
Eatin’ a piece of Swiss chess,
And I rang the bell,
Drank a bottle of wine,
Looked at the dog
‘Cause the dog was lookin’ at me
Dog thought I was a demon—

I thought so was he



ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY ALAN LEWIS SILVA
All songs copyright © 2016 by Alan Lewis Silva
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