Lyrics

Pictureframe

by Francie Jones (2006)

 

Hear the chain clang on the fence and

Fight the wind with my umbrella

Skyline through the hollow building

Rises in the night

Single light shines down upon

The puddle I should soon be jumping

Water seeps into my shoes

That too is all right

 

I’ll get by upon a picture

I’ll get by upon a frame

I sing along to perfect songs

And I can’t help but sing your name

From inside there comes a sadness

It’s a joy I can’t explain

I don’t want to be forgotten

But I cannot stay the same

 

Nighttime sounds are humming and I

Hear them through my open window

Everything grows sweeter as you

Start to smile

Colored lights up on the shelf are

Blinking as I touch the pillow

At least now I know I

Can sleep here for a while

 

I’ll get by upon a picture

I’ll get by upon a frame

I sing along to perfect songs

And I can’t help but sing your name

From inside there comes a sadness

It’s a joy I can’t explain

I don’t want to be forgotten

But I cannot stay the same

 

Close my eyes and see you there

The time of day I don’t remember

As you sit before me I will start to smile

Ride along the evening highway

Thirsty for the waves’ beginning

Though you might be fading now

I’ll hold you for a while

 

I’ll get by upon a picture

I’ll get by upon a frame

I sing along to perfect songs

And I can’t help but sing your name

From inside there comes a sadness

It’s a joy I can’t explain

I don’t want to be forgotten

But I cannot stay the same


Pictureframe

by Francie Jones (2006)


I’m not angry, I’m just sad

I am sorry, I’m not mad

This has gone too far

I’ve been wasting all my time

On cans and bottles that won’t align

Crooked from the start

Now this begins pulling me

Again, once again

 

I can feel it all around, all around

Brush it through my hair, stomp it on the ground

It’s the whistle in the leaves and the color in the sounds

La di da, la, la di da da

 

Life is perfect for a while

Love in a moment, dance in a smile

Sorrow everywhere

And I been watching for the song

With stakes so high they must be wrong

I find it helps to stare

Until I can see this is pulling me

Again, once again

 

I can feel it all around, all around

Brush it through my hair, stomp it on the ground

It’s the whistle in the leaves and the color in the sounds

La di da, la, la di da da

 

Last forever, sweet lies I should have read

Even worse are the words I never said

 

Who else knew these jars confined

Rooms and summers I left behind?

I’d drop them anyway

And for a minute I believed

In a promise not conceived

Was it too hard to say . . .

I confess this is pulling me again

Once again?

 

I can feel it all around, all around

Brush it through my hair, stomp it on the ground

It’s the whistle in the leaves and the color in the sounds

La di da, la, la di da da



Who’s Asking?

by Francie Jones (2009)

 

Tulips in springtime, lilies in summer

I will be happy one way or another

Will you, will you?

Bullets of anger may pierce my body

I won’t regret them, I don’t feel sorry

Do you, do you?

 

And I wonder where you are

Most of the time

From the things that you said to the words that you say

But couches hold secrets you won’t want to find

Who’s asking, anyway?

 

Melanie’s playing, the radio’s laughing

Sitting beside you, I think I’m regressing

I do, I do

Bees sting your lips, and my thoughts turn to autumn

Sitting beside you, I think of it often

I do, I do

 

And I wonder where you are

Most of the time

From the things that you said to the words that you say

But couches hold secrets you won’t want to find

Who’s asking, anyway?

 

So I’m off to California

I will leave you where you stand

With rows and rows of orchards rising

From the open palm of my hand

And if I linger in the valleys

Where those rusty cables reign

And I think back to this moment

Well, I will not hold you to blame

 

And I wonder where you are

Most of the time

From the things that you said to the words that you say

But couches hold secrets you won’t want to find

Who’s asking?

Who’s asking?

Who’s asking, anyway?


Over and Over

by Francie Jones (2007)

 

Placing bets from a seat on your trestle

Since I learned that you built it I’ll fall

There’s barely a tap on the ceiling

And like water you race through the walls

Watch the light through the door for much longer

I’ll lose strength for the battle tomorrow

Though I do all right I’d sleep better at night

If you heard my name through your sorrow

 

Ringing over and over and over again

Like a bell that’s addicted to time

Ringing over and over and over again

The same way your name does in mine

 

Your regret would be one consolation

A karmic destruction of virtue

But for all that you done you’re forgiven

You laugh, ’cause you know I won’t hurt you

Morning birds haunt the night through my window

A symphony haughty and hollow

They betray who you are and it’s safer by far

To wade out than to drown in the shallows

 

Saying over and over and over again

Was there something that I could have done?

Saying over and over and over again

I wouldn’t deny you to anyone

 

Save me a piece of that cake

It’s tastes better if I know you brought it

Metaphors we can relate to

I say the word but you thought it

 

There’s another lie born every second

That’s a million young mouths to feed

Take what you want ’till there’s nothing

’Cause you give me all that I need

An ironically scripted disaster

Like the A-bomb a peaceful invention

While you wait for that slapstick finale

Just know you were not my intention

 

Play it over and over and over again

My bitterness is of my choosing

And over and over and over again

The mantra I hum when I’m losing

And over and over and over again

We will bury what truth we have found

And over and over and over again

We’ll sing ’till we can’t hear the sound





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