cracked and crumbled

cracked and crumbled and christ i know
these words get jumbled and jangled and slow
what i mean to say is i wish that i could hold your hand
we circled each other for years and years
far away at times, others so near
then you give me a shove mumbling something like “ain’t love grand”

they shot a man to pieces in the peppermint lounge
i held you on the floor while the bullets whizzed around
did you ever really think i’d let danger sink his teeth into you...

“been down so long, looks like up to me”
richard farina, 1963
then his rear axle locked and he died all crumpled up upon the ground
holiday seasons can get sorta rough
suicide gestures but most of ‘em are bluffs
listen to me honey, i know you’re sick and tired of me around

with a hitler statuette on the top of your tree
did you think i wouldn’t notice? did you think i would agree?
i like a joke as much as you but don’t you think we went a little far

maybe i could stand for a while down the hall
or knock upon the door at the risk of feeling small
gimme back my number, i can’t believe you had it for so long...

cracked and crumbled and christ i know
these words get jangled and jumbled and slow
what i mean to say is i wish that i could hold your hand

Jon Houlon, Hillside Blue Music, 2002