| Vibes When I sing just right my voice vibrates across the tender surface of my lips It�s just something that happens when the notes come from inside Creates tickling sensations like a little girl swing singing hymns to the trees and old tunes to the breezes The Deep sways up and makes me feel rooted, part of the soil yet, part of the sky a limbo region of belonging When my feet don�t touch the ground, sound bounces off everything from tin roofs to old oaks seasoning my songs, pollinating my pitch giving me a thick accent, an aria of damnable drawl til I belt out the blues then it rains it�s the world trying to drown me out and I�m a no-show at the opry that�s when things start to wiggle down at the CopperHead I�m a stranger to myself there darker, more delirious in the heat of all that biz men drinkin� fiz sifting out the water through their teeth they don�t have any dreams so I just paint vibes for them and send them on home to their wives who could care less about a cocktail dress or a tease, they could sing better in their sleep than me but they can�t remember the words when awake and nothing quakes their lips anymore �DM~2004 |