Erin McKeown

There was a time when my soul was tight And whiskey had a hold of my head For every song that that liquor would write That was one sip closer to death Down Jackson, down bourbon, down Ursuline Down basin, I walk discontent With sugar on my lips and t

We spun from the ceiling On the floor we found a startling view That door that's good for leaving And the walls will crush me right back into you You're such a lovely mess Hearts have left a wreck It's beautiful I guess Grey songs in the morning Sadd

One part black and two parts blue One part wishes the best for you One part changed and two parts fine I'm telling you, I'm fine! To the stars! To the stars! Oh we are lit within By all we've been and by All we care to be To the stars! From the wars!

love can be fun, if you don't put in the work stick with the honey, stay as long as it's worth burrows in the forest, dig in under your skin evergreens and poseurs dropping needles to win the fling red and gray the fur will fly spring has thawed you

no longer will i beneath you shelter all that you have given to me it was never on my behalf all this, all and more i cede to you swear away in fealty as i sail for warmer climes i am a king! you can't deny me my kingdom! what's this camaraderie of c

So, if you want to be a lady Well then, have a look at me Folks line up for days Just to have a look-see Take it from me What you see is a lady indeed If you want to be a lady Well then, have a look at me Paint your lips a touch too wide Hide secrets

Coucou, les rosiers fleurissent Coucou, les rameaux verdissent Coucou, voici le printemps Coucou, le beau soleil brille Coucou, et les yeux des filles Coucou en font tout autant Que faites-vous, que faites-vous Encore a sommeiller Eveillez-vous, evei

When I was young, I lived in a world of dreams Of moods and myths and illusionary schemes Though now I'm much more grown up I fear that I must own up To the fact that I'm in doubt of What the modern cynics shout of They say it's spring, this feeling

the things we do and the things we let between the tide and the cigarettes all the cups we cannot sip between our legs across our lips all the places we will meet between our start and our winding sheet some we'll leave and some we'll walk hung like