The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

June 12, 2012


BURIED Apparitions


http://www.alansondheim.org/ukuu0.mp3 w/ Azure, "buried" song
http://www.alansondheim.org/ukuu1.mp3 solo uke


MARRIAGE TO LANGUAGE (words/music by Azurefrom words by Alan)


All my writing
Is an invitation
For you to come closer

I do not know
Who you are
Nor will I know
When you come closer

When you come closer
I will not know you
When you come closer
You must heal me

All my writing
Is a desperate cry for healing

I will know you
When you heal me
I will know you
When you touch me

I will know you
When you hold me
You will know me
When I  know you

All my singing
Is an invitation
For you to love me

I do not know
Who you are
Nor will I know you
When you love me

When you love me
I will not know you
When you love me
You must touch me

All my singing
Is a desperate cry for touching

I will know you
When you heal me
I will know you
When you touch me

I will know you
When you hold me
You will know me
When I  know you

All my talking
Is an invitation
For you to raise me

I do not know
Who you are
Nor will I know you
When you raise me

When you raise me
I will not know you
When you raise me
You must hold me

All my talking
Is a desperate cry for holding

I will know you
When you heal me
I will know you
When you touch me

I will know you
When you hold me
You will know me
When I  know you

I will know you
I will know you
I will know you
When I know you

Well, this is disconcerting to an extreme -
http://money.cnn.com/2012/06/11/news/economy/fed-family-net-worth/

Anyone who doesn't believe that this country is becoming a 'wounded 
elephant,' as an NGO friend of mine put it, should look at the stats.

- Alan


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Fall


http://www.alansondheim.org/firrrry.mp4

We are all in gravity.

I should learn to "hang in there" but there's no place
to put the gallows.

If I tell a joke, I've already made a rigid structure
for the poles.

There's nothing funny about death and I always feel
close enough to it that I'm temped to write a joke.

It's raining out and the water, aided by gravity, makes
sure the bodies get wet.

Chills set in, pneumonia, you know the rest.


http://www.alansondheim.org/firry.mov probably broken, dead.

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