Monday, October 19, 2015



--HOME?  THAT SOUNDS NICE, BUT WHERE IS THAT EXACTLY?


…This is about Joanna.  I just love her to death ( I mean, come on: “you were knocking me down with the palm (palm!) of your eye?).
You likely won’t her as much, if at all.
My best friend said she sounded like a cat being tortured.
Anyway, here are the lyrics to the song tagged below:

Peach Plum Pear

We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
and you're markedly more
and I'm oozing surprise

But it's late in the day
and you're well on your way
what was golden went gray
and I'm suddenly shy

And all the gathering floozies
afford to be choosy
and all sneezing darkly
in the dimming divide

I have read the right books
to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down
with the palm of your eye

This is unlike the story
it was written to be
you were riding its back
when it used to ride me

We were galloping manic
to the mouth of the source
we were swallowing panic
in the face of its force

and I am blue
I am blue and unwell,
make me bolt like a horse.

Now it's done.
Watch it go.
You've changed some.
Water running from the snow.

Am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
And you've changed some:
peach, plum, pear.


Her phrasings and explanations are great in this article:


…Getting the new album, for sure.

Peach.

Plum.

Pear...



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