I thought my heart was a bloom of a pink peony flower, in your East-facing room. And I said, “O! My friend, you look fetching in suspenders!” And you told me the story about the recent trend where people would stop by with Mason jars of greenery, and you’d sit and stare at stars, drinking holy basil tea. I arrived uninvited, but demanding your attention, with designs beneath my eyelids and a mind of expectations. And you graciously obliged, dropped dried nettles in a jar, boiled water, gave good banter, and dispatched my every care. But, alas, there’s no water that stands still upon dry land--once transformed into a vapor, it’s as slippery as the wind. And while heat may fuel infusion, a solution such as this leaves a tingle-taunted tongue, and a breeze-blown farewell kiss. But I’m sad, I thought my heart was a bloom of a pink peony flower, in your East-facing room.
from Drawn Onward,
released September 1, 2011
Jordan O'Jordan: vocals.
Recorded and mixed by Bob Schwenkler.
Mastered by Mel Dettmer.