Venezuela
I dreamed that i was liquid, loose-limbed,
Longing all around me and within me
The way there always is and always will be
Sleeping soundly in a boat with
Lapping tongues of water singing sweetly
In a language i have only heard while dreaming
Two hours north
The meeting of our finest china is springing into bloom
As waves of matter race away to bring the news
That the first since 1633
Is dancing right through albany
And waking her and me as four close friends are coming loose
Waking up and slowly coming loose
Towers sway in Venezuela lovers lay
My bed is passing through the floor
Look at the windows and the doors
The room is breathing like a lover whispering
The first few words of a dawn earthquake
The sound of birds is forming tiny circles
Voices overheard discussing earthquakes, x-ray vision
Footsteps doorways television
Muscle spasms move from bed to windows
Trading spaces notions shifting
Just as tenderly as my heart races
The wishing well at Candandaigua Mountain
Has been turned into a fountain by a rushing wall
Of oscillating speed
And two accounts that were overdrawn
Were re-assessed and closed upon
A quick and bloodless ex-lovers decree
-Albany 2002
Words and music by Devin Greenwood © 2006 Secret Piney Music