Songs of Serafina

V1:

My water pressure wasn’t high, but you stayed anyway

Until the fireflies came out.

I turn into a dancer,

Pick you up and spin you around until you’re too dizzy to stand.

The water pressure’s not too high, but something so sweet comes out of the tap

Brackish and salty, something that makes me wanna go dry.

I have been dry since we met,

Found that Cherry Vanilla was as good as Bacardi Dark…

Water pressure, pressing down on my head,

My ears, my nose, my eyes.

When it rains, we stay inside,

Pained as the water dripping down the panes.

But, my goodness, my gracious,

Isn’t it swell,

When the backyard smells of that old petrichor that drips down the well?

S: Lion Lizard Lover

C:

Crawling on my stomach towards you…

Cold blooded reptile spending my days in the sun-

Won’t you warm me up, slick, won’t you light me up?

Boil my bones, eat me alive…

Lay down on your stomach, let the passion flow…

Watch me now as I grow-

Change shape in the shade, contort in the shadows…

Roaring in your ear and hissing in your bone marrow.

C:

Floating beneath my knees...

Water from my overflowing sink...

Down the street I walked with my dog

Listening to a song so sweet.

I was afraid to face the bright lights and

Hard truths, I cut my teeth

On the sidewalk when I fell.

Bruised my ego, tired on the dime…

That’s what it’s like all the time.

V1:

What’s a hero, and what’s a liar?

Wash your hands of the blood with your back to the fire.

Gather your glitter and don’t sing to the choir.

Grasp back towards the past to see yourself standing by the mirror,

Shatter the glass, don’t look back.

Not my finest hour all things considered,

But it’s hard to make knives go down anything but bitter.

Cross the threshold, this is your final warning,

And down we go into the hall of fame.

S: Stapler

I:

Door slam

Footsteps retreating

S: Sleeping Sickness

C:

Malaria malaise and miasma for days

Screaming silently through the bug-bitten haze

Broad daylight or starry, starry night

There will never be respite.

Mosquito net captivity.

Fly-paper African nativity.

Tape me down to a cot and

Weigh me down with stones.

Sooner or later the liquor will dry

And the red-eyed Devil will feast on my rotten bones.

S: Skin and Bones

I:

Finger scratching on glass

S: Seizure

Intro:

Slow

“If you won’t save me, please don’t waste my time…”

S: R(ex)

V1:

Codeine, promethazine,

A pharmacy counter magazine.

One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.

Cherry flavored cough drop-

Make a wish!

I bought you from the Sears-Roebuck catalog,

Plasticine, nice and clean...

Aww, so long, fellow,

you’re nothing but a dream!

Yeah, it’s all a scheme,

Painted in red letters on my Highlander screen.

Pain clinic on the side of the highway-

Florida kilos, honey…

“Are you going my way?”

S: Pushing Down Daisies

I:

Shifting dirt and a great inhalation of breath