Performed at the Tea Lounge in Brooklyn, “I’m in a long distance band. But they aren’t here. So its just me, and this song, which is now just a poem. Enjoy.”
-Song for the Liberal Arts band-
I don’t want to hear your voice,
I don’t want to hear anything at all.
I don’t want background noise
it’s my choice.
don’t talk to me.
I don’t want to see your shadow,
lurking around in my mind;
I’m hot, sweating, wet
bitters, no olives
I ran out of drinks to make.
I don’t want to see your reflection,
turn it off.
They say I’m wistful
I’m morose, a ghost
what they mean to say is I’m off.
I don’t want to hear your song
the whispers of your memory are enough.