Music and Poetry Merged Into One

It's been a long time since I've posted a poem. It will be a while longer. For now, as I take a short break from turning my brain to mush over college algebra homework, I will give you a taste, once again, of the Weakerthans. They are, as I've said before, one of the best bands out there these days as far as incorporating great lyrics and music. Whenever I listen to them I remember why I love them so much. As far as I know, this is the only band I've posted three times on here. Pretty high on the list of amazing bands, then. Definitely recommended. Especially if you're interested in checking out a Canadian band in the wake of the Olympics, which have suddenly faded as quickly as the hopes of the Kansas Jayhawks' hopes to win another national championship. Next year. :) Hope you enjoy this amazing song. It's an epitome of why I started this blog: it is poetry, music, and it's about real life. Please, do yourself a favor, humor me, and listen to this song. Then think about it.

A New Name For Everything




When the bus shelter windows and napkin-dispensers surprise 
With distorted reflections, it's never the someone you're hoping to recognize. 
And the rent is too high living here between reasons to live 
Where you can't sleep alone and your memories groan and the borders of night start to give. 
When you can't save cash or conviction; you're broke and you're breaking - 
a tired shoelace or a wave. 
So long past, past-due. A new name for everything. 


When the one-ways collude with the map that you've folded wrong 
And the route you abandoned is always the path you probably should be upon. 
When the bottle-cap ashtrays and intimate's ears are all full 
With results of your breath and the threads of your fear are unfurled with the tiniest pull. 


One more time, try. 
Stand with your hands in your pockets and stare at the smudge of a newspaper sky 
And ask it to rain a new name for everything. 


Fire every phrase. They don't want to work for us anymore. 
Dot or Dash our days. Make your face the flag of a semaphore. 


All you won't show. 
The boxes you brought here and never unpacked are still patiently waiting to go. 
So put on those clothes you never grew into and smile like you mean it for once. 
If you come back, bring a new name for everything.