1. It Seems To Be You Again
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
I’m not as mad as usual
That you are on my mind
In fact,
I’ve become accustomed to be
Surrounded by your beige walls
I’ve hung up posters now
Thumb-tacked memories to you
Glorified your nature,
I suppose that it’s alright…
I’ll move out soon.
And what then?
It’s been a few months now
Of walking ‘round the block
In case you see a shadow shaped like me
Looking to the moon…
And it kills me to say,
I want to see those beige walls
And be back at your place
Surrounded by the posters
And the thumb-tacked lists I made
Of reasons I should leave you
And all the reasons I should stay
I suppose that it’s okay…
I’ll move out soon.
2. Old Friends
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
It’s the kind of night
Where I keep mistaking
The leaves on the trees
For stars
And the moon
Is covering his bashful smile
From our petal-filled
Compliments
They make him pull the sky
Like a quilted duvet
Over the left side
Of his face
So I think of you,
Old friends
We are.
It’s the kind of night
I’ve just let my friends go
And I’m walking alone
To my house
Suddenly,
I’m so awfully aware of my myself
And there’s only blue
I taste the night
There’s echoes in the space
Between the concrete
Moving through my ears
I feel bare
So I think of you,
Old friends
We are.
3. Overs
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
Mid-afternoon at your house
I’ve been writing poems to the rain
You just came up for a cup of coffee
Then went back downstairs
We spent the evening ‘round a table,
And spent the night down on a couch
Things were shared and left unsaid
But there’s nothing to do now.
You leave to work in a hurry
Put your socks on sitting on the bed
Pack your bag, take your coat from the chair
The unsaids still downstairs
I sit back down at your table
Look through the window to the grass
Yesterday’s poems soaked in yesterday’s rain
I guess things will stay the same…
4. Foolish Blue
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
If only I could take a photograph
To show your eyes so foolish blue
And the way I can see myself smile
Back at you-
Through the windows,
The dark windows of the tube.
And your palette would be indigos and browns
With notes of whites and blacks
You’re naturally modern
With flair for ritual
But a love of chaos
Tearing to go further
And understand
Yourself
On the days my mind behaves
You’re sleep to my itchy eyes.
5. In a Sea of Women
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
Today we swam in the sea,
The water refreshing and cool
The sand marbled in browns
Like a pair of moth’s wings.
We clambered over cosmic craters
Like newly birthed red deers
Clumsy and foolish
Giddy with the promise of life.
Back in our home for the night
The sun stains the window
Shades of coral
They try to tint the clouds
But they stay
A stubborn lavender gray.
You make dinner
While I write
And from time to time
I pass through the kitchen
Where we talk about the small things in life.
6. I Think I’ve Chosen To Work With You
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
I think I’ve chosen to work with you
I’m sorry if I leave you confused
Push and pull are what my feelings do
And my heart is like the moon
But while everyone chases
And spends their lives at the races
We’ll find a quiet little corner in a room
To talk about nothing
And play each other our new tunes.
I think I’ve chosen to work with you
It’s not all together, but it’ll do
I’ll wait here like a patient tide
To sweep you into
That wawe of mine
In the fallout of drama
I know a corner
A a secret path to that room
Where we can talk about nothing
And play each other our new tunes.
7. How I Awoke
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
i rose out of a slumber this morning
in a weak, hysteric fog.
like thin smoke,
I limply drifted upwards
from a dying ember.
too many dreams,
I prayed before I slept
For the answers, of course,-
But none came.
Instead of that-
I dreamed of being excluded
I dreamt of you,
I dreamt of Lucy,
And of making mistakes
but not of the answers.
now I am groggy
and I’ve have forced myself awake
there is a black dog
who waits
inside the darkness
under my eyelids
and at the end of every cigarette.
8. Ride Home
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
Hello, woman in yellow
Hello, man in a book
Goodnight, sleepy passenger
Thanks for making me look
Diverting my eyes
Across Jubilee lines
An eternal fateful surprise
On the smile of a stranger
I ride home
9. The Train Station
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
She is a child with a women’s hands
Lost in a busy train station
Intelligent at times but often found
With open, gaping eyes.
Full of panic and torment,
Twisting violently from
Side to side.
Searching for her mother
And finding only strangers.
One more soul to drift at pace
Digging her feet in frustration
To find a pulse and bring it along
Smiles are found money
For now.
Full of life with hands to help,
Leaning over to
Lift her up.
Just for a moment,
Maybe more than strangers.
A thin string of silk pulls them home
She lingers around him
Like ash in smoke
She can’t stop undressing
Then folding her clothes.
The cracks are starting to show.
It’s not her fault,
She can’t be blamed
When a heart’s not
Hard to break.
Like the paper in the morning
She owes nothing to strangers.
10. I’d Read Books To You Outloud
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
I’d read books to you outloud
Because you liked the feeling in your head
Wake up early, love
And drink coffee in your bed
You’d go make your waffles
And do tricks with the toaster
I gave you my CDs
And you put them up like posters
Where does that live?
Somewhere warm in my mind
Forever a dream
That I visit sometimes
11. In Silence Somewhere
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
The rain tinkers and falls
The smell of damp oak
The space to breath
Rich, soggy moss beneath bare feet
Wood worms, song birds, poetry.
Seduced by the summer
The gold marks your shoulders,
The clouds your wings
You shake yourself loose and follow your limbs
Shameless, carnal, blossoming.
But across that lake
Half a face
Under the winter’s cold grip
Is twisted in place
‘’I’m only getting older!’’
But the ice doesn’t break
Submerged and solid
Half of you stays
You scramble and build a bridge,
Waiting for the waters to wane
From those thin bits of timber
Your mind puts it together
It is not the summer’s breath
Or the winter’s sharp knife
That make or break a life
In fact, what it means to be free
Is to flow with the seasons
That pass inbetween.
12. Shards
Shards
like fragments
are suspended
around me
they shine
like diamonds
i make poetry
i live
i breathe
i die
I try to find
The Beauty in the fragments
I surface enchanted and dry.
how do I make it through life if I spend my time dreaming what do I do with the time that I should have spent living?
they shine
like diamonds
I MAKE POETRY!
i live
i breathe
i die
I try to find the beauty in the fragments
i surface
enchanted
and dry.
13. Only an Hour
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
it’s only an hour
until you are home
you can hold yourself together
until then
a whole day of memories
is held captive
in your mind’s eye
just keep calm
try to enjoy the ride
playing pantomime
for the strangers
who pretend
not to see you cry
and at home
you can shed your disguise
and tears
put things back on the shelves
dance in your rawness
peel and claw
shake and summon
…something a bit more like yourself…
there’s power in that
and only six more stops
and then the bus
14. That Broken Fragment Of Me
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
How do I begin to verbalise
Within me
The torment that arrives?
It makes turbulent
An otherwise still mind
And I walk into the kitchen
There you are,
An image of perfection
I claw at
Until you are broken
And resemble
That broken fragment of me.
15. Sgt Pepper
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
I’ve been taken in
By friends tonight
A group of girls
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club
We bond
So we don’t
Lose our minds-
We sweep and broom
Through conversation,
It is how we clear our heads
From the clutter
Of our busy lives
Where we lose crumbs of bread
On the knife
And in the butter
16. The Best People In Life
Words: Eva Perrin Fontana
Music: Eyði Horsdal
the best people in life are clumsy and malnourished
we are silly and obscure
obtuse and secluded
ecstatically confused and anxious
yet we bond through depressions
we tickle and charm our way through
life.
